Feng Qingyu looked at Shangguan Qiannian, who was still indifferent and said nothing, and finally decided to let go. She turned around, seemed to have made a lot of determination, and said coldly: "Shangguan Qiannian, thinking of the past friendship between you and me, today, I let you go. I know that as a disciple of a famous and upright sect, you have deep feelings in your heart." After all, there is no room for me, a member of the Demon Cult, if we meet again in the future, either you will die or I will die." Shangguan Qiannian looked at Feng Qingyu's back as he left without hesitation, but she still hadn't said a word, but the clenched fingers under her sleeves revealed the torment in her heart, and a tear fell silently.
On Shangguan Qiannian's big day, Feng Qingyu looked at Shangguan Qiannian who was wearing a red robe and was about to pay her respects. The pain of heartbreak seemed to be getting worse every time she breathed. She didn't know if Shangguan Qiannian under the red hijab shared her heartache. She didn't know if she was the only one who could never forget her previous relationship. As the sound of "husband and wife worship" sounded, Feng Qingyu finally took action...
Intent: The love story between the leader of the Demon Cult and a well-known and decent undercover agent.