"I don't know what to say to you. Maybe you don't believe in love at first sight, but from the first time I saw you, I felt that Xishi Chenyu and Zhaojun Luoyan were nothing more than that. When you smiled at me, I happily forgot who I was. If one day you really stab me with a knife, I'm afraid I will only worry that my blood will stain your clothes. Tell me, how much do I have to like you?"
That evening, the afterglow of the setting sun seemed to be extremely dazzling. He stood with his backlight, and Shao Tianxia couldn't see his eyes clearly. That was what attracted him the most, but he felt a deep sadness coming from those eyes.
The fog is thick and the journey is bumpy. Who fell in love first? Who lost the way first?
The love journey of a scumbag who sells fake cultural relics is a cruel process.