Ye Cheng shook his head and had too much information to accept the fact that he held his head in both hands as if he had been struck by lightning. When he opened his eyes again, the amber tinsel burned like two flames.

Mu Xiaofeng stared at these eyes, and it was difficult to see his emotions from his expression, but his unconscious trembling shoulders betrayed his excitement. He resisted the impulse to touch those eyes. The original curse was true. This was the weakness of the night shake and the root he had been trying to find.

"There's something that Ye Cheng can't accept. I'm a little better in...