The youngest son of King Da Xin Mu is so beautiful that he is almost demonic. It is said that he can enchant people's souls.
"It's such a good flute, why should it be engraved with the word 'demon'?" I felt the unevenness on the jade flute, just like that person's past, which was mottled and messy. Zhao You couldn't help but ask.
"He carved my name on it." On the day Zhao Xiu was born, there was a heavy storm. The winding vines of the ancient house caught fire for no reason. After the smoke filled the sky, nothing was left. His father, King Mu, regarded him as an ominous person for this reason.
"Only my brother likes me. He always calls me Xiaoyao." Speaking of his brother, Zhao Xiu will always have a smile on his face.
"Even if he might be using you?" Looking at Zhao Xiu, who was immersed in memories, so cute and innocent, it turned out that his cunning or cleverness was just for the purpose of keeping his brother. "Little demon, the person who hurts you the most in this world is the person you love." Zhao You didn't have the courage to break his dream. "Zhao Xiu, if that day comes, let me protect you, okay?"
"Call me little demon." He closed his eyes, and his slightly trembling eyelashes outlined his master's smile. "But I believe in my brother."
Maybe neither he nor I are worthy of your trust. Little demon, you are still too naive after all. Zhao You hugged him gently, but at least, I won't let him hurt you.
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