He fell in a pool of her blood, and everyone would have thought it was a misfortune because they were just strangers.
In Xinzi's blood, Feng felt the warmth that Yang had given him. He finally found the feeling he had been looking for all his life. It turned out that it was not the freshness of strangers, but a kind of warmth, the warmth of reunited with relatives or lovers after a long absence.
Conception:
Xiao Luo lied::>_