She smiled sweetly, like a poppy flower, charming and dangerous.
Chongwu, a peerless beauty of a generation. Behind the charming smile is a cold heart. Who can melt her heart?
She was originally called Xiaoxi, because her smile was as clear as the creek.
Life or death, friend or enemy, just in a thought.
The cool and elegant young man squatted in the grass and looked back at her with a smile: "Xiaoxi, when the purple flowers fall, I will go to you. Let's watch the water flow together."
The cold and resolute man smiled evilly at her: "You are a member of the Demon Clan, and you will remain a member of the Demon Clan all your life."
How should she decide her own destiny?