──Zhao Yichen, do you feel that besides revenge, my heart can't tolerate anything else, but do you still think so now?
Murong Jin was covered in blood, walking staggeringly, covering her heart with her hand, looking at him like a puppet.
──Murong Jin, you and I are master and disciple, have you forgotten?
In the torrential rain, her family was destroyed, her body was covered with scars, and her life was hanging by a thread. She met him. He was her savior, and she finally fell in love with him. He was the head of the Hualing Sect, and saving her was like saving an injured animal. He felt pity for her, but it was a pity that he didn't love her.