To the south of Lizhi Mountain, to the east of Yinyin River, on the seventh yin day, the gate of ghosts is at its critical point
He felt a sting, which was the sting of old scars being uncovered; he felt a kind of anger, which was the anger of his most secret existence being exposed to the sun; he felt a kind of sadness, which was the sadness of a close blood relationship but not being recognized...
He treated her and himself with an almost perverted mentality. That's why he didn't realize that the girl he loved and hated had slowly melted into his blood and been engraved into his bones as time passed.
Mu Li, I never thought that the person who came to me first would be Jing Wushuang, not you!
What a peerless smile that is! It was as if everything was in his eyes, and as if everything was not in his eyes. He was a little indifferent, but also a little eager. It was obvious that his eyes were so bright that they seemed to light up the whole world, but when she looked into his eyes, she could only find haze.