I slept with my nemesis—Wang Shian, the legitimate son of a glorious family.
At this moment, he is under my body. He was once an unparalleled flower on the mountain, a figure that the world looks up to like the sun and moon. Now it has turned into mud, with a face lying on the ground, and the hair wet with sweat is tangled with my hair one by one...
"Tie your hair and sleep on the same bed together, hell..."
I don't know why this sentence suddenly came to my mind, and I felt so unlucky.
Intention: The yin and yang of heaven, the cycle of retribution and unhappiness