The King of Poison attacks ruthlessly, while the secret guard suffers in secret
Yes, it's the first time I write this kind of article. It's all private, imaginary world, ancient times. If you don't like it, don't read it. If you like this article, can it be added to your collection~
Cold to the bone, I bow my head, alone, with no place to go, an inkstone as a blade, no sympathy, my thoughts are deep in my bones, redeeming my past life, knowing that you are cold, I will warm you for the rest of my life, I will cherish you, and I will not bear you down.
He burned away his infatuation with drama, and when the secret guard Han Ying had no time to return, he realized that his obsession could not be extinguished. He was the one who suffered, and he was the one who guarded him. The rest of his life would be eight lives.
Intention: My... Inkstone
