Qu Mo thought that the impossible thoughts in his heart would stay there forever and never see the light of day. Unexpectedly, Xianyun made a mistake. When the one percent chance appeared in front of her, she shamelessly grabbed it. Instantly, there was no excitement, but the body was still intact.
When does it start and when does it end? The most painful thing is the constant wandering in the middle. Can this silent persistence and intrigue really keep the clouds clear and the moon shine?