That year on the apprenticeship stage, in a corner where no one was paying attention, Qin Rui handed the apprenticeship sticker to him.
Chu Moyu thought that was the beginning of fate finally favoring him.
Later, she stepped on the teacher's door to get the upper hand, pointed at his nose and called him "lowly", and said that she was "blind" to become her teacher.
——This is the answer given to him by his apprentice.
Deep in the dungeon, Hua Yi pinched his chin, his eyes filled with morbid madness: "Uncle Master, you will always be mine."
——This is the answer given to him by his nephew.
Chu Moyu thought that no one in this world would treat him as a human being anymore.
Until late at night there was a sound of dripping water in the dungeon.
Shen Yuhuai turned into water and gently tied the ice silk tie around his eyes.
"Get some sleep."
The fragrance of lotus flowers that night became his only warmth in the darkness.
Later, when the thirty-six ice fire needles pierced Shen Yuhuai's bone marrow, what he held tightly was the belt stained with Chu Moyu's tears.
——This is the answer given to him by another person.
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Some people step on him to get the upper hand, and some people treat him as a plaything.
There was only one person who suffered a lot for him but never said a word.
Intention: The dark night will eventually end, but the true heart will never die