In Qin Yun's eyes, he is an always docile and powerful loyal dog, but in the corners where no one sees, he has used possessiveness to weave an airtight web.
The space collapsed again and again, the strangeness at the bottom of the tomb, the whispers in the cave, and countless illusions all repeated the same command: stay with me.
When the illusion was treated as the sugar coating of the drug, when the dust settled, Qin Yun finally saw clearly that He Zhuoyi's gentleness had always been a prisoner.
I have never thought about breaking away. Even if I taste the bitterness under the sugar coating, I am still willing to indulge completely.
Intention: Trying to write a sweet and pure love story