On the battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Rong Xuan once saw a pair of eyes that he would never forget.
So when he saw her again, he recognized it at a glance. It turned out that the face under the mask was so stunning. Those hands can not only hold a silver gun, but also play the strings of a piano.
Chen Yuyue's world has turned gray since that war. Staying with Rong Xuan is only profitable, and cooperating with him is based on his ability. But I don't know since when, the place where he is has a little more color.
Intention: To make progress together