Youchuan always thought that the bone-eroding pain he suffered when he was a teenager had already exhausted all his love.
But the master said no, no, the love calamity has not yet begun.
He sneered, thinking that he had fled overseas to practice for many years, and had already turned his past love and hate into a passing cloud.
Until he returns to his old place, his old friend in front of him is closing in on him step by step with hidden hidden thoughts, while behind him his first love, paranoia and madness are entangled tightly, one behind the other, like two airtight nets.
Only when he was pushed to the edge of the cliff did he realize that he had long been a caged bird in the eyes of others and a private property in their hands.
It's hard to fly without wings, and it's hard to move even an inch.
Intention: To love someone is to love them well.