[Pseudo-taboo+deep protection+sacrifice for love+BE aesthetics]
In the first half of Ye Qing's life, the superiors leaned over her, and the ascetic ones lost control of themselves for her.
It wasn't until a piece of blood cut through the mask like a sharp knife that she fled in panic. When the fire in the Ye family's old house revealed an even crueler life experience - the family she believed in devoutly had never had her name, and the former glory and power were all poisonous stings that could kill her.
Reader comments
It's really beautiful, I hope the author can stick to it
It's really beautiful, I hope the author can stick to it