Warmth and Cold

For five years, she lived in hell, unable even to moan. After ten years spent exacting revenge, she discovered that everything was nothing but sorrow and helplessness. She destroyed her own face, hoping to become someone else, even if happiness would never be hers again. He followed close behind at every step. Though he knew the road ahead was fraught with difficulty, he was still determined to keep her by his side for all eternity. Love is like drinking water: only the drinker knows whether it is warm or cold. (To put it simply, this is a story of revenge and retaliation. The male lead is a scumbag, the female lead is fierce, and they fight to the death.) Thank you to everyone who has stayed with me until now. This story is more or less complete, and I have to fight for my life. While I was ill, what weighed on me most was leaving this story unfinished. I hope I have the chance to come back alive and revise it carefully until it is as close to perfect as possible, though the chances may be slim. I will temporarily leave my pen name, Hongxian Daohe, in the care of my family. I will also hand over the QQ account I once shared with you to my family. Even if I am gone, perhaps the person who owns this pen name can still carry on in my place until the end. I wish all Jinjiang readers good health, safety, and happiness. This is my final wish. Theme: