Fighting for territory, basking in the sun, cracking melon seeds and showing off her power, as the demon king who dominates the mountain and all directions, she rolled her eyes, turned her nostrils upward, and watched the sunset and the clouds rolling in. She was so idle every day that she felt stomachache, disappointment and melancholy...
Until he appeared, Tsing Yi's long hair was deserted, and the sky and the earth turned pale at a startling glance. Her heart was trembling, her heart was filled with joy, and she bowed down gorgeously without any hesitation...
It was supposed to be a story about a demon king and a scholar, but her heart fluttered, her eyes closed, her liver trembled, her head fainted, but it was just... Haha... A woman and a man...
But should all this really be so simple?
The entanglement of love and hate, the entanglement of love and hatred...
Is it conspiracy or love, grudge or fate?
Is it betrayal or the truth, regret or... No regrets in this life...
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Flowers bloom on the other side, but on the bridge, I am not afraid of losing my life, but I am afraid of losing my heart:
How I don't want to leave, because I have just started to hate you. I don't hate your ruthlessness, I don't hate your passion for her, I just hate that I didn't come from an ordinary family and met you too early.
Faintly Meng Po soup, she drank it all with a smile:
"It's just that it's too late to hate you."
"Yugelou, if I am born in the next life, I just hope that I will never meet you again."
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Haha... In the next life, if there is an afterlife, can you really get what you want?