When they first met, Bai Yi was just a waiter, and Weidong regarded him as a substitute. After dating for two months, the real owner returned to China, and Wei Dong broke up with him. He thought indifferently that he was just a substitute.
When they met again, Bai Yiyan smiled and leaned into the arms of another man.
The third time they met, Bai Yi's white fingers were dripping with blood, his eyes were cold, and he watched indifferently as a person was bitten to death by something invisible in the air in front of him.
Bai Yi's life was split into two parts. The first eighteen years were blissful and worry-free, and the last seven years fell into the abyss of hell, where he was constantly running around hiding and escaping in panic. He doesn't want love from anyone, and he doesn't love anyone. All he wants is revenge. And find the door home.
Wei Dong realized that he had been deceived by this little bastard, and gritted his teeth angrily. Later, he thought sadly, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter that he is a deceitful little bastard, it doesn't matter that he hates people, it's enough for him to love him and protect him.
Intention: warmth