The purple pupil with a five-pointed star pattern on his left eye is Yu Zhe's deepest inferiority complex and nightmare in his life.
People in the world were afraid of his strange eyes and avoided him like evil spirits. Only Grandmaster Shen Jin was his only preference and support in his young years.
He watched the man pass away with his own eyes, and was deeply saddened, unable to extricate himself, until he fell into a dream in the middle of the night, and the long-dead person appeared again.
A cold and quiet voice filled his ears, calling him softly: Ozawa.
"Do you really think that these strange eyes are natural?"
The shocking truth was revealed.
Long before he was born, Shen Jin had already laid the shackles of fate for him, set the bond with his own hands, and carved the mark of his eyes with mysterious magic.
It looks like tenderness and favoritism, but in fact it is a deliberate entanglement at every step.
He devoted all his heart to admiring the person he relied on, and from the beginning, he was firmly trapped in his palm.
All the joy in my heart turned into a biting chill, and my love instantly turned into a heart full of hatred.
But the old friend, who was a ghost and paranoid to the core, had already hidden his deep feelings in a conspiracy that spanned the years.
Love and hate are entangled, and fate cannot be escaped. This obsession that started when we first met has nowhere to escape in the end.
Concept: Ancient B L
