Is there really such a thing as evil love in this world? Leng Qianfan didn't know, because this worldly sentiment that had been chanted for thousands of years could not enter her heart at all, but a compassionate and open-minded Buddha was the most ruthless.
A hero in the world of demons and demons, he was inseparable from blood, fighting and despicability from the moment he started his life. His cold heart meant that he never knew what fear was, but who could have imagined that the light and delicate shadow would become his lifelong nightmare, like a dazzling tattoo, beautiful but heart-wrenching, forever engraved there.
Destiny makes them tangled, unable to unravel, and confused. ． ．
The breeze makes shadows and ruffles a pool of spring water, unable to dissolve any trace of sadness.