Use it again and again, approach it tenderly, the beautiful but poisonous flower. Should you sting yourself with a thorny rose, or should you forget and run away? Once you are deeply in love, you will fly into the flames and be afraid of leaving.
"Sir, you and I will eventually become familiar strangers." Yu Qian sneered and turned her back to him.
······Here was a statue-like man. He silently watched her leaving back and turned to leave.
However, the lingering vines have already penetrated deep into the dry ground. A dream is like a wheel of fate, returning to the day of resolving hatred.