He was a legend at the top of the ladder, and she regarded him as her natural enemy and sparred with him every day and every night. Who knew that the person who tortured her to the lowest level was also a mysterious "drunk war".
She is messy and messy, he is gentle and harmless. She bullies the weak and fears the strong, but he only has a soft spot for her.
"What's going on? You can't be his."
He smiled softly and held her in his arms.
"Believe it or not, I am."