Chapter 1242, the voice of the young strawberry

hurls.

He came downstairs to the sofa and, although his face was expressionless, his eyes were soft.

Hair, eyeballs, eyelashes, leather jackets, pants, shoes...

It's all black.

In addition to these places, skin, whiteness of eyes, teeth, scarves...

It's all white.

His world seems to have ceased to have a middle ground, black and white, love and hate.

If he does, he will love.

Admiration for his inherent nobility fits well with his heart's status as His Royal Highness, and his tall figure stands under thousands of brilliance, just like the thousands of favors he receives.

Maybe he didn't find it himself,...