When she was seven years old, she met them, four boys living together in a dilapidated Taoist temple.
It was snowing heavily that year, and they went their separate ways after making a ten-year agreement.
Destiny is the hand that changes everything. Ten years later, friendship has turned into hatred, there is a cold knife hidden behind the smile, and oaths and betrayals are entangled into knots one after another - if you were her, what would you do?
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I heard that the truest feeling is not love
I heard that the purest emotion is not family affection
I heard that the best friendship can surpass everything
Ten years have passed by in a flash
Only you are still standing where you are
Standing where I can reach out and touch it
This is my "Four Young Masters of Allure" to commemorate that wind-blown summer.