Preface
A touch of light blue gauze reborn him;
Dressed in indifferent white clothes, everyone is on the ninth level;
There is blood all over the sky, but the two hearts are intertwined. The only thing is whether they can hold each other's hand firmly.
When did the warm hands that once stretched out to him become so cold?
When did that modest and March spring breeze smile become so cold;
She rescued him from a raging fire, then turned around and abandoned him;
He began to hesitate...
She just hopes to be able to look at him from a distance and look at him silently; when she is close, she will become more greedy, and when she is far away, she will also feel chilled...
I thought that we were destined to meet by chance in this life, but little did we know that we were already connected by blood...