In the ruined temple on a rainy night, I clutched the blood-soaked embroidered handkerchief and suddenly laughed out loud. In the past life, Liu Yushu used this "flounder" handkerchief to defraud me of my ancestral embroidery book. At this moment, the four words "forever bonding" on the corner of the handkerchief are swollen by the rain, which looks like that man's hypocritical tear mole.
