He is suave, carefree and proud of everything in the world. . . .
He is wise and cold, overlooking the world, but has no intention of losing everything. . . .
Two people who had never met before ended up having a bad relationship because of a ridiculous night and a boring contract. Is it a blessing? Is it a disaster? To stay together for life? Or is it so far away?
"Yan Mo! Do you want to go against everyone in the world?" Ling Lie's voice carried irresistible magic.
The person sitting on the emperor's throne has a pair of cold eyes, a waterfall of black hair hanging behind his back, tied up with an emerald green silk ribbon. He is wearing a bright yellow robe, with a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered with gold thread on the collar. His identity is self-evident.
The creamy white skin has a cold face, and the star-like eyes glow with a cold light. Such a heart-thumping face, but the words spoken by it chill people to the bottom of their hearts.
"You want to leave me? In your dreams, even if I go against everyone in the world, I will not let you go! Even if you die, you are still mine, Yan Mo!"
How should he choose to stop being so painfully entangled with each other?
The torture of being imprisoned caused the two hearts that had been growing closer to fly apart. . . .