I never know what the boundaries of sadness are, so I have never been sad.
There is only hatred, but if there is no hatred, what is left?
The coquettish flowers are blooming slowly, exuding the fragrance of blood. The prey is foraging cruelly and silently, and the hunters are waiting quietly.
The darkness is endless and there is no light in this world.
The murder case five years ago caused him to lose everything. From then on, he embarked on a road of no return, a world paved with the blood of the royal family. What kind of world is it? He smiled quietly, watching this hunting battle, he was waiting, waiting silently.
Wait, the death of the hunter.
This article is a BL. The first male is a little young (not a little), and he is not that kind of young man. If you don't like it (poke hand), there's nothing I can do about it~
However, please stay tuned~!