He, the king of a country, is below one person and above ten thousand people, even the ninth five-year plan depends on his face. He has no intention of being a master, and his martial arts skills are high. He has never lost, and everyone in the Jianghu worships him as a god.

Cold and arrogant. As the name suggests, people are as handsome as gods, but they are extremely arrogant and heartless, as if they were ice for thousands of years.

It is cruel for such a person to be alone all his life. God created such a peerless man and gave him everything. Why did he only lose his heart and feelings?

Good thing he's here.

In the past, he was cruel and bloodthirsty, killing the world alone, and this life was indifferent and secluded.

Cold and lonely, a stranger with memories of past lives, a child who is indifferent to everything or even forgotten for a time, is cold and indifferent to the world, just like a gurgling stream, and knows nothing about love.

When ice meets water, it doesn't collide, it doesn't burn, it doesn't destroy everything, it doesn't grow old, it just melts bit by bit, as fine as running water, and I don't know who melted who. ...

One disdains love, and the other doesn't know love. Even though both of them were moved, they were still puzzled and puzzled. How to maintain such love? What's more, they are all men, but also flesh and blood relatives!

This kind of peerless love, which the world can't tolerate, makes people feel palpitation and even more distressed.

I am distressed that they are perfect but lonely, that they are perfect but lonely, that they finally moved their hearts but chose this doomed road, and that they have to learn to love more slowly than ordinary people.

However, only when you are distressed will you be moved.

Moved by the deep purple in their eyes when they first met, the heartbeat of that moment was eternal in a short moment.

Moved by the silent tacit understanding between two people. Both of them don't like to talk, even if they stay together silently for a day, it is commonplace. Maybe they can't completely guess each other, but they know each other best in the world.

Moved by the wholehearted trust between two people. The relationship between people is actually quite fragile, and sometimes even an insignificant little thorn may cut off the already weak bond. Only trust can last. But trust is hard to talk about. Besides, they are two people with extremely heavy hearts, but to my surprise, two people who can be said to be "novices" in love know this better than those who claim to be veterans. Is it pure white emotion that makes them so easy to trust each other completely, or is their love the real love? Or perhaps, the more beautiful people are, the more eager they are to love and be loved.

Love, like a sugar cake between slender fingers, is delicate, sweet and silky into the spleen.