Ye Yunluo died, quietly, and no one knew about it.
She hated, hated the ignorance of the world, Zhou Beichen's coldness, and Zhu Yundan's cruelty, but she hated her own innocence even more.
Ye Yunluo was alive again. Before she was twelve years old, she began to plan step by step, secretly planning, vowing to make her enemies pay with their blood.
As for him, Mo Nanyuan, I owe you in the past life, and in this life I will allow you to burn red candles and grow white hair.
Intention: Goodness should be beautiful, and more importantly, it should be powerful