Cold smoke, cold smoke, desolate fireworks;
Empty road, empty road, endless long road;
You laugh at me as a singing girl, how can I know the desolation and coldness of fireworks? And you hold your sword high, where will you kill all the way?
One is a cold-blooded killer, and the other is a singer who is indifferent to worldly affairs. The two people who were supposed to have no intersection met, got to know each other, and got to know each other because of a misunderstanding... And even had a physical relationship.
He travels all over the world, his hands are stained with blood, but she is also with him; she is sad and desperate, and her sword points to the sky, but she is also with him on his chest. He should obviously hate her, and she should obviously be at loggerheads with him, but the two of them stayed together like this and went through all kinds of difficulties, mountains of swords and seas of fire.
"Han Yan, what on earth are we doing like this?" Lin Kongmo hugged her figure and whispered.
"Yeah, what on earth is that?" Han Yan reached up to the sky, as if to pick a piece of moonlight. The voice was like sake, light and intoxicating, "It's just the relationship between a client and a prostitute."
She said this.