The fog in the morning was like a layer of gauze, blocking the sun and gently wrapping his world. He thought the world had no color, so he curled up in his own world, erasing the color bit by bit... Immersed in it... Until a pair of hands pushed aside the fog, brought back the sun, and filled his world with color inch by inch.
"Mo Chen, why do you like me? The color of my hair and eyes is so weird. They all say I'm a freak."
"Qingze, what I love is not your appearance, nor the Shen family, but you, Shen Qingze."
The handsome man is domineering and jealous × the cold-faced flower of Gaoling
Purpose: Appearance cannot determine a person's good or evil