He once stood on the clouds, and countless people stretched out their hands, asking for just a little favor from him.
He also fell into the mire, and those hands pulled him again, wanting to keep him in the filth forever.
He died in people's admiration. When he opened his eyes again, he looked at those people who seemed to be still infatuated and showed a shallow smile.
"Don't you want to get me?"
When he is in glory, he is like a bright and flawless moon. When he is down, he is also a treasure that is hard to find in the world. Even if he falls into the quagmire and becomes filthy, people are willing to dig out their hearts and souls for him.
There are two lines in the past life and this life. In the past life, she was noble, bright, gentle, free and easy, while in this life she is cold, ruthless and unscrupulous.
The story of a reborn heartthrob with an ancient style of literature and art about wits and revenge. The work written a few years ago may be continued, and the fate will change.
Intention: Embrace the past and embrace the new life