Ling Ye walked on the cold street, and the darkness swallowed her back like ink. She turned slightly, her red hair was like flames, and her golden eyes were like the sun, which illuminated the entire back in an instant. She turned around again and walked unswervingly toward the person who had been waiting for her.
"Is it her? The red-haired witch?"
"Yes, prepare to write a suicide note. Those who can commit suicide should commit suicide as soon as possible. The people she kills rarely leave whole bodies..."
The oldest and most powerful witch has awakened, and the story between her and him will begin here——
Intention: The beauty and preciousness of life
