How much of the myth is true and how much of it is false?
Who has deceived whom for thousands of years?
"Hou Yi, you really loved me." Jueyan had deep pain on her face, looking at the man in front of her whom she loved to the core. She spoke lightly, but her hands were trembling slightly, and the bones of her hands were turning white from the clenching.
With a sparse face, dark eyes, and a tiger skin coat, she exudes coldness, "I only love her, and you, only because of your face."
"That's good, that's good." With a faint word, the woman turned around with desperate beauty.
Hope you always be like this