Lin Muyu was just a little beggar. At least as long as he could remember, he had been begging on the street to make a living. Until he was twelve years old, a man in white with blood and desolation stretched out his hand towards him: "Do you want to come with me?"
Staring at the pair of cat eyes that resembled his own, Lin Muyu stretched out his hand.
"Yu'er, I will never let go of you in this life." A cold and indifferent man can only show his tenderness towards himself.
It's just Bai Xueyi, who are you looking at through me...
"I'll make a bet with you. If you lose, you'll come with me." The white-haired man smiled wickedly, and his face, like Bai Xueyi's, was extremely dazzling.
I really... Lost miserably.
"Get out! Don't get close to him again, you're not worthy!" Bai Xueyi hugged the bloody man and turned her past persistence into pieces.
The one you love... Is actually my master, hahaha...
"Qinglian, you only took me away for a deal, but why are you so persistent now?" Lin Muyu smiled sadly, and the blood from the corner of his mouth fell drop by drop on the bloody dance clothes, like a decadent flower.
The wind rises and the dust finally falls. I am just... That little beggar.