Ye Yiruo got her wish and went to Mo Shaochen. Both of them thought it was nothing more than a transaction.
As Mo Shaochen put it: “Just a plaything.”
He only wanted to savor the thrill of snapping a delicate rose. Little did he know that the drop of blood left by its thorn had already become a cinnabar mark in his heart.
If you seek me through sound, you cannot see me.
If you bring the stars into your dreams, they will stay with you for the rest of your life.
