She called him her master, she respected him as her biological father, and he loved her as before, from beginning to end.
For the first time, he personally put on her wedding dress and watched her go to the mortal world that he hated, to the imperial capital...
The second time, he painted her eyebrows with his own hands and watched her go to the purgatory that he hated so much, to the underworld...
The third time, he could no longer see her. This time she came from the mortal world, from Hades, and came to his side.
For the rest of my life, the red dress looks like blood...
A few years later, Zhuyou stared at the Xiangliu stone statue in the villa in a daze. In the year he remembered, the junior sister's red clothes were as red as blood, and the master's white clothes were fluttering...
It wasn't the novel that healed me, but I let myself go in the novel
Run slowly, you ran out in the middle of your words
Why don't you invite me to take a peek together?
This brother dotes on his sister so much
It's like signing in every day and new characters appear and have stories.
Don't worry, what is supposed to come will come back eventually, you can't escape it
Is beauty in the eye of the beholder? Everything you do is right, the girl is stupid... Snickering, hehe!
Hahahaha, this is just pretending to be sick.
Push books, push books, push books, new work
I have collected a lot of great works, let's work together