I stayed under the Wangchuan River for a hundred thousand years.
The river of forgetfulness is rushing endlessly, and the only thing I can do under it is thinking.
It took me a hundred thousand years to understand that I loved him, but I also understood that he was definitely not me in his heart.
I never think that I am a gentleman. As long as I get him, I will be a villain.
Emperor of Heaven: "Xiaoyin, how does it feel to have someone in your heart?"
The young man sitting drinking tea was slightly stunned, looked at him steadily, and smiled: "That's it."
How many years of obsession, how many years of greed and delusion.
One day I will make it a reality.
False brothers, the protagonists are not related by blood
Intention: