The first time Yi Yiran met her, he was only 10 years old.
That day my brother brought a woman back. The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, and she held a little girl by the hand. The girl was wearing a pure white skirt. When she saw him looking at her, she immediately showed him a big smile, as cute as an angel.
However, the person my brother brought back was not an angel, but a witch.
The more beautiful the flowers blooming among the thorns, the more dangerous they are...