He Lianzhi traveled through a book, into one of his immortal novels, and was told by the system to save the male villain in it.
A divine decree from the stars caused the entire prosperous empire to collapse.
As a child, Luo Shichao understood that people are too greedy. The more things they want, the more precious things they have are often taken away.
However, when you grow up, desires can be woven, but what should you use to fill the piece that you long for in your heart.
There are countless strange and familiar faces, but what is missing is the same soul.
"Azhi, how long... How long will it take for me to have you..."
I wish to be a winged bird in this world, and turn into a twig in death.
As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
Luo Shichao later understood that the end of deep love is hatred.
I hate that she appears in his life again and again but never takes anything away.
I hate her for being ruthless and ruthless, leaving him alone in this world
Hate her for loving me, but I hurt her again and again
I hate... Hate why she can't take me away with her...
He Lianzhi sighed softly, took the twig from his hand, sat next to it, slowly rested his head on Luo Shichao's shoulder, lowered his eyes and played with the branches and leaves, singing softly the songs he murmured from his childhood, tenderly and affectionately.
"I've always been there."
