He clenched his fists, remembering the stormy night. It was his tenth birthday, a day that should have been filled with joy and happiness as always. But on that very day, he lost everything. Even the very essence of his martial arts lineage was ripped away from him.,Ye Chen tilted his head slightly. At the foot of the stairs, stood a girl who was sixteen or seventeen years old.,These days, what use is there in being handsome Are you going to be a pretty boy and rely on someone else for food。