Why would he, the supreme emperor with one hand covering the sky, be so domineering and care so much about "him"?
"He" was rescued by him on the way to escape, but he never thought that he would no longer be free from now on.
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His hand caressed "his" face, slowly moved to his chin, rubbed it a few times, seemed to be satisfied with the touch in his hand, and gently raised "his" face...
He clamped "his" wrist, pushed "him" against the wall, and declared domineeringly: "You belong to me, you can only belong to me!" "He" resisted vigorously, but still couldn't break away from the iron-like palm...
"No, don't leave me, stay with me, please, stay." He begged humbly, "I can't forgive you, I can't forgive..." But "he" left with that person without looking back...