The flower looks up like a stranger and looks at Jun Changye. There is only indifference in a pair of dark eyes like glass. "Jun Changye, don't make me hate you!"

your face is full of bitterness. I would rather you hate me than see you as indifferent as you are now!

you put out your hand and tried to pull the flower into your arms again. But looking at the dark eyes without any emotion, you put down your hand again.

"Mo'er......" With the voice of grievance and seeking perfection, Jun Changye makes Hua Rumo feel a pain in his heart. He is the emperor and the object supported...