Come with me, Song Qinghe.
In the firelight that filled the sky, Bai Lu stretched out her hand towards him, with a smile and bright eyes. She seemed to be the only person in the world who completely trusted him.
In the Song family, Song Qinghe was a bastard who did not have high hopes. In the eyes of his father, he was one of the insignificant heirs. In the eyes of his brothers and sisters, he was born of a despicable servant and was an unworthy son.
Only in Bai Lu's eyes, he was the unparalleled and unique Qinghe, her forever and only relative.
No matter what Bai Lu does, Qinghe believes that she has reasons.
In Qinghe's eyes, Bailu is always a delicate flower that needs to be cared for and protected. Even though the soil under the feet of this delicate flower is irrigated with blood.
Bailu×Qinghe
Intention: There are many things in the world that you can only ask for but cannot get. You are the only one. No matter what the destiny is, I insist on forcing it.