Shixuan heard that he would not survive more than three chapters.
On the verge of death at the bottom of the cliff, with a presumptuous kiss, he was entangled with the most lonely snow in the world - the ruthless Taoist Xie Qiuhan.
He acted with sincerity, taking every step of the way, just to earn a way out in a desperate situation. Little did he know that silent tsunamis had already set off in my heart.
The system is sarcastic, and destiny is like a cage.
Someone stared at him, as if looking at an old soul through the skin. Someone protects him, willing to separate himself and accompany him to perish.
Intention: I have no control over my destiny