When an ether core turned into 109 fragments and flew in all directions, Qin Che and I made another deal.
Qin Che: I am an evil dragon, so what are you?
Me: The dragon's best friend?
Qin Che: I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language. We're not friends, right?
They are the same kind, truly the same kind.
She is a witch, a witch who lives and dies.
Maybe Qin Che is the danger itself, but I don't care.
Because he made me feel alive like never before and brought vitality to my world; because only he can ignite the fire of my desire, and every inch of his skin is the holy land I dream of; because he is Qin Che.
If two people walk a bloody road together, they will eventually reach the end of happiness.
Intention: Actions speak louder than words