Chen Xiangdong was only 17 years old when he first saw Jiang Hening. Those bright and clear eyes have been a frequent visitor in his dreams ever since.
The charming thoughts of the young man are transformed into the joy of death in the dream.
He is a monster fueled by revenge, and every step forward brings him closer to the abyss. He cultivated the thorns that stood between them with his own hands, and refused to stop until he pricked himself with blood.
Jiang Hening was the only variable in his boring and morbid life, and he was also the only person in the Jiang family who treated him squarely.
The closer Jiang Hening got, the more twisted Chen Xiangdong felt. The more magnanimous Jiang Hening is, the more he feels that he is a shady monster.
The sweet dream of the yellow beam, the bright moon hanging high, his love that sprouted in the dark and moist place turned into a poisonous sharp blade stabbing Jiang Hening, leaving only the pain of gouging out the heart.
Going forward is like a thousand layers of hell, going back is like years of deep hatred.
We can only hold thorns in our hands and draw the ground as a prison.
——Every inch of the abyss is engraved with his crazy thoughts.
Love is violent and silent, but hatred has traces. In a cage built of thirty thousand dreams, someone is willing to be the only prisoner.
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Good-looking, good-looking, super good-looking