He followed her back like a moth to a flame, as if chasing the only light in his dark world.
The evil man narrowed his amber eyes and smiled as brightly as a flower. The white and plump fingertips brushed the frost-colored hair of the person in front of him: "You are mine."
The delicate young man in the man's arms had an expressionless face. He pushed away the handsome face in his eyes that was gradually laughing loudly, and turned away in disgust: "Who gave you the courage to blaspheme."
"Ha." His slender fingers pinched the young man's face, and he lowered his head in an instant and said vaguely: "Didn't you give it to me?"
She used to serve the people wholeheartedly, but she didn't expect that she would end up making statues for others. The boy who once regarded her as a god personally sent her to the Abi Hell.
After the abuse, I thought I could live a peaceful life, but I found out that there were many mysteries surrounding the boy back then, and even his own rebirth was the fault of others. The boy who was exchanged, the world that is constantly declining, and the oracle's doomsday. The shadow gradually expands. Is it the dark clouds covering the sky or the sunlight piercing the shadows?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
