He returned covered in blood and told him, "You are mine, I don't allow anyone to touch you." He smiled lightly and said nothing.
He would rather bear the infamy in the world alone, as long as he is good to himself, but that person is still too cold to approach.
He looked at him infatuatedly, "You have begun to doubt me after all, haven't you? But do you know? In fact, except for you, the life and death of anyone has nothing to do with me." He still smiled indifferently, turned around and ordered his men to kill without mercy.
Goodbye, but as strangers.
For the first time, he rejected his offer, "You killed Dongfang Rui, who loved you, and now only Lin Qingyu, who has nothing to do with you, is left. Please don't disturb my life again."
At that moment, he seemed to truly understand the feeling of loving someone, but was it too late?