"You are my broken-winged angel"
Jian Yun, who had just woken up one day, heard the confession and slapped her in the face without thinking.
"Are you sick? I'm still the other half of the devil's wings."
Zhen Chun, who was slapped, cried and covered her face while squatting on Jian Yun's bed.
"Then I won't be an angel anymore."