Xun Huai made a slightly complex remark.
His face nevertheless flashed a trace of worry.
For so many years, Bo Qingyu had been ruthless and unrestrained, treating anyone without a care. He was a complete Demon Head in the eyes of the people, perpetrated all manner of evil deeds, being cold and heartless.
He didn't have any weakness.
Nobody could restrain his madness.
Being in this line of business.
This was the optimal state.
Yet,
Nobody else knew.
How could he not know since he had been always by Bo Qingyu's side?
There were things that subtly changed amidst the cycles of day and night.
This Demon Head.
Also possessed a sanctuary.
Bo Qingyu suddenly paused his action of making a call.
With his eyes lowered, the screen's glow reflected in his deep green eyes, yet failed to reflect his emotions.
His gaze rested on the remarks above.
The moody darling.
Events of these years flashed through his mind like a fast-forward movie.
Always full of a few extra special moments.
