On the execution platform, people dressed in white are deeply in love.
Ling Jin fell in love with Shen Zhiwei for a hundred years and hid it for a hundred years. On the night before she was about to confess her love, he was accused of being a demon and causing harm to the world.
No excuses, no trust, no turning back.
His beloved master personally held the sword and pierced his heart.
The words "Master, my heart is happy with you" could not be uttered until death.
When he opened his eyes again, he was fifteen years old again——
That time when Shen Zhiwei had just rescued him from the mass grave and everything had not yet begun.
Love is not dead, hatred burns the heart.
He put away all his sharp edges, put on a mask of humility and cowardice, acted cowardly, and endured every step of the way.
In this life, he is no longer a sincere disciple.
He is an evil ghost who crawled back from hell and lives with both love and hate.
He wanted to look at the cold and pure Lord,
Falling into the trap he set step by step,
Little by little, I understand the mistakes I made back then.
He felt every inch of the devastation he had suffered.
"Master, what you are killing is not a demon.
It's my love that I didn't have time to express. "
