He always follows behind him with slightly narrowed eyes, a faint smile, and a thin voice. His gentleness nourishes everyone around him like the spring breeze. No one can see the pain of the accident. For a long time...
He is the emperor of Qingxue, as cold as him, as arrogant as him, as majestic as him, but does his face without much expression have any trace of tenderness? Can cold words have warmth?
If you love too deeply, you are bound to get hurt? !
When my son was gone, when everything became memories, would there still be a trace of sweetness and sadness?
When it comes to love, do you know that I want to move forward side by side instead of your back?