He was born cold-blooded and was forced by heaven to be a "good guy".
Smiling at the girl who sent her a love letter, lecturing the classmate who was crying, and giving steps to the gangster who was looking for trouble - every gentleness was torture, and every "goodwill" was lingering in my heart.
Until I met Xie Zhihan.
She was like a piece of ice that could not keep warm, seeing through all his disguises, and the disgust in her eyes was more piercing than his malice.
When forced gentleness collides with undisguised indifference, and the shackles of heaven tighten his throat, his fangs hidden under the mask are quietly sharpened.
In this drama of "doing good", who can't hold back first?
