"I would like to exchange nine-tenths of my life without you for a fraction of it, with you by my side."
"His gaze penetrated my soul like a torch, and nothing in this world mattered anymore."
"People's desires, no matter how many times they come up, are nothing more than power, wealth, sex, and thoughts. I have long seen through them. But there is always a perfect white jade in the world of nine colors. There will be such a person who can make snow fall on the ground as soon as he opens his mouth."
Dual perspective of attack and reception, 1v1 HE multi-cp
The outline has been completed. It took two years to conceive. The layout is grand but easy to understand. The pace is not slow. Each character has a very distinct personality.
Gong is a demon who has cultivated human form. He was denied the opportunity to ascend due to his greed for glory many years ago. Since then, he has traveled around the world, seemingly rich and wealthy, but in fact, deep down, he has always longed to be recognized by the gods. Why can't demons and immortals be equal? Why can't all living beings be equal? Can deep-rooted discrimination be eradicated? In this case, why do you still have the obsession to ascend in your heart? Become a demon with just one thought. Later, he met a scholar. The scholar is stupid. He is so stupid that he thinks that obeying his father's will can avoid all disputes in the family. He is so stupid that he thinks that being the prime minister can save the people from misery. He is so stupid that he thinks that the direct eldest son of a high-ranking official can enjoy himself among the people. He was moved and indulged in this moment of respite, but unexpectedly...
Shou is the eldest son of the prime minister of the current dynasty, a genius prodigy who has attracted much attention, and has a factory setting that does not touch the spring water. By chance, he has a profound relationship with Gong.
Intention: Orchids are broken into pieces to make incense dust, bamboos are split into straight lines, the flames are blazing in Kungang, and beautiful jade is not burned. ——Lu You's "Yan Huai"