"Bai heads are not separated, why not just call them Bai Li." He turned around and stretched out his hand with a smile.
"As long as you like it."
Hold both hands tightly.
Betrayal and suspicion.
Whose tears streaked down his cheeks, leaving deep wounds in his bones.
Whose blood fills the wind and weaves silk into a web.
"Who are you?"
Everything is back to square one.
Lihentian. Was the outcome doomed from the beginning?