Su Ran was wearing a moon-white sweater. The texture of the sweater was soft and delicate, fitting his body. The pure white color contrasted with his fair skin, making it as warm and moist as mutton-fat jade. His face was as cold as frost, and his eyes were distant and indifferent, as if he had an aura that would repel people thousands of miles away.
Volume 1: Her figure is like a lost lamb, easily bumping into my carefully woven net. The putrid smell of the garbage dump is the final chapter I chose for her. The cross will become her only "holy path" to salvation.
Volume 2: Why do you firmly believe that this is the real world? Just because you're in it? This is just a world built from your perspective, and your thinking has already been imprisoned by it! And my appearance will wake you up from this falsehood.
