He thought that he would never be moved by anyone, let alone fall in love with anyone. Why did he gradually lose control of his heart and become less like himself?
He doesn't understand what love is. He only knows that he must get what he wants, even if it's a robbery;
How could such a luxurious thing as love belong to him, guarded from afar, what does it matter even if it is never known;
The turbulent and strange rivers and lakes are turbulent, and love and hate are entangled. Where should Yin Chuanxue go from time to time...