The night is deep, the candlelight is swaying, the man in white is looking through the scroll under the light, and draws with a pen from time to time. He seems not to be aware of the shadow of the sword behind him. The sword in the woman's hand stabs the man without hesitation, but the style of the painting changes suddenly. , "That is, I am loyal to him, so why would I have such dirty thoughts?" "Is this your man? No wonder you say you are loyal to him, but you can't let me go," Juan Niang said to Mu Ling in a low voice.
Intention: Love is a word, ruthlessness can be said