The Broken Phoenix Weeps Blood

If I am alone in the world, who can be trusted? Who can rely on? In this place where human life is like a piece of grass and life and death cannot be controlled by one's own control - there are two parts of beauty, three parts of wit, and the remaining part is a vicious heart. Can Feng weeps blood, whose blood is left? ————(Your click of [Add to Bookshelf] may change the author's destiny)————