He was dressed in cold purple, his hands were full of blood as sad as rain, and his clothes were rustling like flowers;
He was dressed in snow-colored clothes, his eyes were as cold as the moon, his smile was light and his brows were picturesque.
Both are peerless young men, both have ruthless tempers. They can kill people with a wave of their hands, and take their lives invisible with just a glance. The joy, anger, sorrow and joy in their hearts are never limited by their emotions. He was the only one who treated him with tenderness. Unexpectedly, the sky did not follow people's wishes, and the tree was full of flowers, but eventually withered...