Once,
He only has revenge in his heart, and friendship is just a fetter for him;
She thought her life was short-lived and just wanted to fulfill what she wanted in her heart and leave quietly.
First meeting,
He thought that she was a cunning and unpredictable variable, and he could only be wary of and use her;
She thought that he only had that supreme position in her heart, and she could never be honest with him.
That day,
He watched her struggle in pain and just wanted to be by her side no matter what;
She felt his heartache and knew that he had finally entered her heart.
Later,
He asked her, will you leave again?
She smiled, do you regret it?
He also smiled. It turns out that my home is where I feel at ease.
This is a logical and rigorous Machiavellian ancient novel, slow-burning, delicate, with distinctive characters that will accompany you through these difficult years.
Purpose: Whether it is the thrilling court hall or the lonely sail in the distance at the end of the world, my home is where I feel at ease.
