"Don't drink it if you don't know how to drink it, idiot." Shen Chufei sat aside.
After feeling the cold, Xuan Chenchen stumbled and found a quilt to cover himself.
Shen Chufei found that it was so strange for this man to sleep. He liked to hug a corner of the quilt, wrap himself tightly into a ball, and bury his face in the quilt.
He looked at Xuan Zhenchen. His long hair was spread to one side, and the bangs on her temples fell to one side, covering her closed eyes.
Shen Chufei sat beside the bed. Gently peel back the combed hair.
It really hasn't changed. Sleeping is still so stressful.
Coupled with recent experiences, it can be seen that Xuan Chenchen is already very tired, and even broke into a cold sweat while sleeping.
What will he see in his closed eyes at this time, a sea of corpses? A wasteland? Still lonely with no response.
Shen Chufei sighed softly and picked up a handkerchief to wipe away her sweat.
It was already late at night, and Shen Chufei finally tucked him in, opened the door and returned to his room.
The world is so vast, will they be greeted by betrayal, despair, or true love?
It's still a determined destiny.
In the world of yin and yang, the world is in turmoil. What kind of sparks will these insignificant people create?
Purpose: Don't believe in fate