Everyone says that the prince of Beijing has abused me thousands of times, but I still treat him like my first love.
I laughed at this.
The day he found out he was a substitute, he put a knife to his face and asked me with scarlet eyes.
"Do you want this face or me?"
I smiled and said softly, "Good boy, put the knife down."
I laughed at him: How could a living person win over a dead person?
