There is no fighting in the world, but there are bloodstains everywhere. There was no cold light from the sword, but a small hairpin still ended a fragile life so easily. The blood dripping from the hairpin was shockingly red, and what dripped into my heart was pain and pity.
What Du Caiyong wants to pursue is to protect a woman and give her happiness. He tried his best to hide his brother's identity and refused to tell her the truth no matter what. Even if she died, he would stand aside indifferently and let her go away in her lies.
Lying to her was the last thing he could do for her.
If it weren't for an erotic love, they would be happy. But now...
Protection, love, lies, reversing irreversible sorrow...
Mandarin ducks and two flying birds, buried together and far apart...
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