The red wall is stained with blood, and the cold blade seals the throat. The young prince Xie Yanqiu, whose family was ruined and his family was ruined, returned from hibernation and vowed to carve out the heart of his enemy with his own hands. But he saw Prince Xiao Jamel, who was rumored to be ill, curled up on the couch and coughing up blood, with the same loneliness in his eyes.
"Are you finally willing to come back?" Jamel Xiao clasped the hand holding the knife and traced his fingertips across his wrist.
"???" What is going on?
"Forget it, when you come back, let's fulfill the engagement."
"???!!!" Shameless!
Later I found out that it was an instinct that could not be erased even after three lives of mortal suffering.
It is also like an old friend returning from the moon, and the wind blowing under his sleeves awakened half of his previous life from his deep sleep.
