Copywriting: When Xiao Yuli's white hair fell, Nan Jinping saw something clearly broken in those usually cold eyes.
The fifteen-year-old boy's hand was still pressed against his chest, with the most ferocious killing intent in his life.
The palm was soft and soft, like when he was practicing martial arts for the first time when he was a child. He held Nan Jinping's wrist and taught him how to use it: "Like this."
But now Xiao Yuli just lowered his eyes and looked at him, letting the force make him take half a step back.
"Come home with me?" He said.
Nan Jinping was trembling all over.
——It's fake.
It must be fake.
He told himself this.
Purpose: Cherish the people around you