Deep in the jungle, a man in red clothes plays the piano to the moon. He is as quiet as a virgin, lonely and a bit cold. He has willow eyebrows, phoenix eyes, black pearl-like eyes, a slightly straight nose bridge, thin lips, slightly long face with sharp edges but does not look stiff. His red clothes are light and his black hair is dancing lightly. It makes people think that they are blasphemous if they take another look at him. After finishing the song, his right hand slowly touched a small white porcelain vase on the right side. He smiled slightly at it, his eyes filled with countless tenderness and pampering.
This is his lover, the person he loves, she belongs to him, even in death. Thinking of this, his smile turned cruel, he raised his head slightly and stared straight ahead, as if there was a hateful person standing in front of him who wanted to tear him into pieces.
Li Jiangge, don't even think about snatching him away from me. He is mine. I want your life to be worse than death. I want your country to be filled with millions of corpses and rivers of blood to commemorate him. This is your retribution.