Feather-like snowflakes fell lightly from the sky, and accidentally a snowflake fell into his eyes. It turned into water and tears, flowing down the corners of his eyes and onto the wound on his cheek, and there was a slight burning sensation. But he didn't feel anything at all, because the blood holes in his chest were pouring out a steady stream of blood at the moment... The warm blood flowed along the skirt of his clothes and onto the white snow, melting a large area...
Since the divine punishment six hundred years ago, he had not thought about what it would be like to meet He Ruoqiu again. What he never expected was that he would actually see He Ruoqiu again, and what he never expected was that he would be kidnapped and threatened by him. . Little bastard,,, it's really going to kill you!
Dirty words, irritability, being x-attacked by being cold and sultry
Intention: Only by not violating one's own heart can one be happy