[Crazy criticism and fierce attacks + straight men and cheerful men are greatly affected + strong + amnesia]
Reincarnation is clear and Tanlang is leisurely.
Hao Pingfan always knew that there was something around him that put him in danger several times.
That day, he finally saw it.
He was shocked to realize that he was wearing plain white cross-collared dark clothes, and the jade pendant around his waist felt cold to the touch.
Outside the heavy gauze curtain, a slender figure could be vaguely seen playing the piano.
"Are you awake?" The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
When the man turned around, the layers of gauze curtains moved automatically without wind, revealing half of his face as pale as porcelain.
Hao Pingfan suddenly had a splitting headache, as if there were countless memory fragments churning in his brain.
When he staggered to his knees, cold fingers suddenly clasped his chin.
The evil ghost mask almost stuck to the tip of his nose, and a fishy-sweet whisper came from behind the mask: "Friends from afar..."
Something cold and soft touched his lips, sending him a breath of cold air.
The severe pain miraculously subsided, replaced by some eerie peace.
"The servants have all been sent back."
The masked man rubbed his carotid artery with his fingertips, "You can live in peace."
Intention: Love what you love
