The family alliance and the ties left over from the previous generation, the red thread of fate is silently intertwined.
The grudges of the bombing are blurred with long-lasting feelings.
"He Dingding, are you happy?"
"Are you happy like this?"
Yinchu's expression was extremely cold.
"I have no regrets." Ding Ding said on the hospital bed.
Time passes. The superimposed emotions and past bonds have piled up into a mountain, and it is impossible to distinguish between earth and stone, mud and ashes.
The red threads merge into blood.
"Are you happy? Stay with me and be a member of the Chi family."
Ding Ding's expression was calm, his face under the sunset was rendered orange, and there was a thin layer of water in his eyes.
"Happy."
Different paths lead to the same destination.
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