"From now on, my life is yours." He lowered his head and looked at the bewildered woman on the wicker chair, her eyes as cold and bright as the moonlight.
The woman looked up at him doubtfully, and the sunlight outside the window made her skin look like jade. A red mark is looming under the cross collar. He frowned slightly and left with a sigh. It's time for fate. Maybe this is the best...
The male protagonist is clean and noble, and the female protagonist depends on the situation.
It is a short story, not long, not very logical, and should be shown mercy by the party.