Shen Mu is the most popular person in this city.
He behaved erratically and deviated from the norm, becoming an alien in everyone's eyes. In his world, there is only conquest and plunder, and he never understands compromise and tenderness.
Until he met Lin Mo.
Lin Mo is the ultimate contradiction. He had an exquisite face, as beautiful as a fragile porcelain doll in a shop window. He was usually taciturn, as quiet as if he had no temper.
But only Shen Mu knew what kind of amazing explosive power was hidden under this beautiful skin. Lin Mo never puts on showmanship when fighting, his moves are ruthless, and his punches hit the flesh. This is truly life-threatening ferocity.
Outsiders only think that Shen Mu has a "vase" who is too beautiful but always has a cold face.
But no one saw that when Shen Mu ended a fierce battle with anger all over his body, it was Lin Mo who handed over the wound medicine without saying a word, then walked into the kitchen filled with fumes and cooked him a bowl of the most ordinary hot noodle soup.
The fireworks in half the city were Lin Mo's silent companionship under the dim light, and the moment of peace shared by the two of them sitting back to back against the wall.
Half the city is going crazy because of Shen Mu's paranoia and arrogance at the expense of making the whole world an enemy in order to protect this rare fireworks.
"Chen Mu, don't cause trouble." Lin Mo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice still cold.
Shen Mu smiled wildly and put her arms around his strong shoulders.
