Ji Aoyang is undoubtedly a perfect man, with a face as handsome and charming as a god, and no one can match him in martial arts and intelligence.
Conspiracy, he is like a luminous body that no one can ignore. But when all this became the biggest shackles on his relationship, it still left him helpless.
Ho. His love is also perfect. It is pure giving without asking for anything in return. He uses everything he has to interpret the most sacred hymn of love.
There is no doubt that Yao Ming is a lovely beauty like an angel, with a pure smile like an angel, but there is something hidden under that angel's skin.
A blood-devouring soul, he has been bathed in the mire of blood and death his whole life. He struggles and resents that the world is dirty, so he wants to destroy it.
Death, only blood is the most gorgeous color in the world, and his love is also bloody. Love means going to hell together and bleeding into the sea of blood.
On this heaven-defying path of cultivation, they are entangled to death, intertwined in love and hate.
"I don't regret knowing you, Ming. I just regret that I didn't let you understand how important you are in my heart, and made you so unconfident and spend so much effort."
Ji Aoyang's gentle words to Yao Ming were like the low notes of fallen leaves' attachment to the earth.
"Ji Aoyang, don't think about throwing me away or leaving me. I will never let you go, even if I die, I will never let you go. Remember! I want to become a
For your nightmare, you will never be able to ignore me. Remember Ji Aoyang, Ji Aoyang, Ji Aoyang, Ji Aoyang..." Yao Ming's eyes were cracked, and his eyes were full of tears.
With slightly red eyes, he roared in the direction where Ji Aoyang left.