In front of his desk, there was a calendar with broken edges.
He flipped to the latest page of the calendar.
He ruthlessly crossed out the date on it with a brush.
And before this, every page was the same.
"It's been half a year! Xia qingchen, I've never forgotten the humiliation you've given me. " Yu Qingyang clenched his fists.
The wedding half a year ago.
It was his nightmare.
His fiancée, the White Lotus saintess, had been taken away by an ant that he had regarded as dung.
In front of the heroes of the heavenly moon Ridge, the divine Hall, and the palace master of the Feng Wang Palace.
He had lost all his face!
He had never hated someone so much in his life.
At every moment, he wanted to crush that person like sand.
In the past six months.
Each day felt like a year to him, and he wished that time would fly by so that he could arrive at the day of the life and death agreement one day earlier.
