The bright sun approaching noon is scorching and dazzling,
The transparent light refracts down at incredible angles,
The boy's white shirt was plated with a layer of dazzling gold.
Mo Han narrowed his eyes slightly.
Inadvertently bumping into the boy's eyes
Obsidian eyes,
There is a faint blur of coldness flowing,
Kneading countless beautiful but contradictory emotions together perfectly,
She saw a huge prosperity.
He said: Only death can separate us.
He said: I want to watch you all the time. Even if the world collapses into rubble behind you.
He said: You know I love you now. And never hesitated.