He once thought that all the people dressed in white were gods who came down to earth to save the world, but in reality, this god turned out to be the one who pushed him into the abyss.
"Master, have you ever loved me?"
The boy with the dragon pattern in the white robe looked at the woman in the Merlin, clutched his clothes, and carefully looked at the woman's face.
"What is your Majesty talking about? I am your Majesty's teacher and your Majesty's wife. How could I not love your Majesty?"
The woman turned around and curled her lips and said, "It's just that this love has expired."
Liar…
The young man pursed his lips, turned his head without saying a word, and trampled the wintersweet under his feet. If you really liked me, why did you give me away again...
Since the author's brain was not very good in the past few months and the structure of things has not been sorted out, I will reorganize the copy in the past few days. Currently, only the first 2 chapters are the main text.
Intention: Love and hate are often in the same thought. The same goes for madmen and geniuses, which one do you belong to?