Cheng Lang: "Momo, do you think this is like 'the hibiscus tent warms the spring sky, and the king will not come to court early from now on'?"
I slapped him in the face. However, I don't resent such a dissolute king, as long as the person who can make him be dissolute is me.
But they all mind, those who seek death care.
I still don't understand why this world can tolerate so many people sharing different dreams and harboring evil intentions, but it can't tolerate us being in love and growing old together?
If loving you is a sin, then I am willing to die forever and become a devil.
[This story is purely the author's random imagination. Any similarity is purely coincidental. I write with my heart, you read with your heart, happy cooperation]