Ten people, in the mansion wrapped in roses, stepped into the deep ink pool one after another.
In the endless battle for survival, who is the enemy behind it?
Is it you? Or him? Or myself?
Confusion lingers in my heart, and I gradually lose sight of the facts.
"Don't be afraid, I'm still here." Wrapped tightly by the warm voice, this was the salvation tightly wrapped around Zhao Ye.
Intention: Maintain yourself and face the future with hope