A marriage has become the bond between the two people, and from that day onwards, there are many doubts, companionship and use, doubt and belief, dyed with contradictory background.
I thought they had nothing to do with each other before that, until the other party asked
"We've known each other before, right?"
Cheerful and optimistic, fragile yet possessive (attack) × cold-tempered tofu heart (suffering)
Xia Yan leaned against the wall, his face even paler under the flickering light. He was the only one standing under the street lamp, as if he had pushed away all the farce, only to show his vulnerability.
He is not omnipotent, but everyone thinks he is omnipotent. Because he is strong, they should think he can do it.
A person walked out of the shadows, and Xia Yan tensed up subconsciously.
Until he recognized the familiar light brown color.
The man paused slightly and stopped in front of Xia Yan. He gently brushed away a trace of blood on his face with his hand, showing care and imperceptible anger.
In contrast, the other voice was calm and unruffled.
"Are you following me?"
Fang Sheng was silent for a moment and then said, "Yes... I don't trust you."
I thought there would be no response, but a chuckle came from my ears, "You're hiding something from me too, aren't you?"
One sentence cut through all the pretense and whitewash of peace and nailed him to the spot.
Concept: On the seemingly stable surface, it is hard to imagine that the darkness is full of maggots. Behind the speculation and suspicion, there is another unknown contest.