Hegemonic Love in the Prosperous Age: Extremely Doting and Proud Wife

Only by tasting warmth and cold can one understand life; only by tasting love and hate can one have no regrets. But if love is a calamity, should we overcome it or not? If it is difficult to hate, let it go or not let it go? She is the pinnacle killer of the 21st century. She is cold, cruel, but a little confused, and has a trace of kindness that a killer should never have. He is a stunning beauty in silver clothes, with silver hair and bare feet. He occasionally has a bit of bad taste. In his eyes, animals and plants are much cuter than humans. Among the stars in the sky, the figure shimmering with silver light sat sideways on the back of the Thunder Fox, walking on the moon. The bare feet as smooth as jade and the silver hair blowing in the wind instantly made the world lose its color. Under the mottled light and shadow, the petite figure looked up, and the sky and the earth were filled with silver light. Looking sideways, he saw a pair of bare feet as smooth as jade, and thousands of scattered silver threads were carved into the depths of his soul in an instant. An accidental or destined encounter made two lifelines that had no intersection become strangely intertwined.