"Who are you?" Yi Xue asked stubbornly. Yan Ling gently held up Yi Xue's chin, with a hint of warmth in his cold eyes: "You don't have to know... If you understood, we wouldn't be so close~because..."
"Haochen, I..." Yi Xue said helplessly, looking at the corpses with broken limbs all over the garden. A pair of warm hands hugged Yi Xue's waist from behind: "I will be by your side, because..."
"Why just me?" Yi Xue asked. Dugu Jian inserted the knife into the scabbard behind his back with one hand and said, "Haha, because..."
If the world of mortals dies in a drunken dream, who can compete with him?
Reality or memories, which one hurts more?
Snow, for whom would you do anything?
Gratitude and resentment in this life are as light as feathers
The grievances and grievances in the world are just a matter of seconds...