Only han yichu himself knew how deep his love for Huang qingwu was.
Therefore, no matter what Huang qingwu did, she would always be cute in his eyes.
The love and tolerance in his eyes were so obvious.
Qingwu could do anything she wanted, but he couldn't stand the fact that she wasn't in his line of sight.
As long as she was by his side and within his line of sight, he would support her in whatever she did.
Qingwu, his qingwu. Even when he said these two words, his heart still ached and palpitated.
Knowing the love in his heart and everything in his past life, how could he let go of qingwu? that would cost him his life.
Han yichu looked at the ten people in front of him and sighed. He didn't like to fight, but it didn't mean that these ten people could stop him.
Huang qingwu looked at the man's indifferent expression and the deep adoration in his eyes.
