When Lu Li first saw the young man in green, his collar was torn open and hanging loosely, revealing cold white skin, and the large wet marks on the cuffs smelled of alcohol.
He was in a state of embarrassment, the corners of his eyes were red, and he looked aggrieved, but only those coquettish eyes were calm and bottomless.
She took the boy back and named him Qingyun.
The blue clouds are dressed in white neon clothes, and the long arrow is raised to shoot at the wolf.
She hoped that he would rise to great heights and be able to care about the world when he was in a high and powerful position.
Many years later, the young man in Tsing Yi became the sycophant in the mouth of officials and the sword in the emperor's hand.
Lu Li: Isn't that what I thought at the time?
The former boy kissed Lu Li's lips, pressed her under him, and whispered in her ear: "You are my world, I only care about you."
He is willing to go through fire and water for this person. He wants to be her favorite plaything, the sharpest knife, and the most handy tool.
Intention: None