In the eyes of everyone, Shi Cimu is a high-ranking, cold-blooded flower on the mountain.
Only Yu Ning'er, who grew up with him, knew.
Shi Cimu's gentle and stern face hides a gloomy and paranoid nature.
The bedroom was dark, with only one light on.
The young man licked his mouth, his eyes full of morbid paranoia.
Raise your hand and gently touch the cheek of the sleeping girl on the bed with your fingertips.
His hoarse voice was filled with a bit of morbid madness: "Ah Jiu, the bruise will not disappear. I still feel pain when I touch my knee."
They are inherently unequal.
In his lonely world, all he could see was the wanton and coquettish rose.
But her world is colorful.
He was originally in the wilderness, but he met this rose.
He wanted to pull her and sink with him.
The bright and moving rose vs. The dark and paranoid flower of the high mountains
Concept: Ruthless little monsters keep roses in captivity