Xu Chunmo raised his head, his clear eyes as if the spring had just melted, reflecting the blue sky. The sunlight stung his eyes and filled his eyes with tears, which eventually slowly fell down on his delicate face.
Even in such an embarrassing environment, Xu Chunmo's back was straight. He lowered his head, not knowing what to think, and moved forward gently and slowly. The handcuffs had been on his hands for a long time, and his skin had begun to turn red. The sweat on his forehead soaked the broken hair on his temples. He stood in the interrogation hall with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, turning a deaf ear to all the sounds.
"Xu Chunmo doesn't want anything, he just wants Yuanfeng."
Intention: Doujin/Danmei/Yuandan