The cuts appeared, and appeared, on the snow-white skin of the celestial. It didn't hurt. It only hurt... somewhere in the soul, somewhere in the very heart, it seemed to have turned to stone. Yes. Hard, and petrified.

«Your Highness. This servant..-»

What the hell? The demon was just reviving after the fair, his husband - Xie Lian. Sent him there.

In front of Chen, The horrible picture ceases. His gege, his beloved, cuts his hands. Now it is really, sincerely worth worrying about.

«Gege..»

Cheng could only say the nickname he himself had given Xie Lian. The demon's hands trembled and he dropped the grocery bags.