In the decadent and noisy Kyoto, in the eyes of all the bohemian second generation ancestors, Mo Changqing was like a heart-eating monster. Even though he was aware of the danger, he was still attracted by his skin, and the next step was to be doomed.
How much ambiguity, how much true love.
But he spends his remaining years by the side of strangers.
Mo Changqing smiled mockingly.
He feels that his name is so good, don't be in love with it, don't be in love with it, don't be in love with it!
But one day, someone who was not afraid of death came. He pulled Mo Changqing's collar and kissed her hard, mixing with blood.
My name is Gu Weiqing and I like you.