Eschatological Executor

Han Yue can no longer remember how many years this has been chaotic. She is just an ordinary woman who only longs to be in love with the man who loves to wear a black windbreaker - Xiao Junyan, her only sustenance. Looking at the man who died tragically with his body intact in front of her, she just said lightly: "Finally, I can do something for you." The red butterfly flutters its bloody wings toward the blazing fire. Have you ever been hurt by love?