(Micro-bl, abuse)
If we meet again in the next life, can I hold your hand again and call you Lord Lian again?
At that time, could you still hold on to your tenderness as calmly as you do today?
How can there be an afterlife if fate plays tricks on people?
The handful of ashes held by Xuanyu eventually dispersed with the wind and melted into the mud.
That poor guy can't come back...
Forever.
"So, is your obsession just waiting to see me?"
Ridiculous, so ridiculous
A teardrop streaked across Xuanyu's cheek, but there was no trace of sadness or joy.
Everyone was indulged in the ecstasy of killing the devil...
Only he knows that his death is a loss to the common people.
Good people will not end well.
"Rest in peace, Lord Lian."