Qi Ji, a permanent guest in the Vanity Fair, made him abstinent and elegant character, and took the initiative to step down from the altar. If you treat Qi Heng as the sun, Qi Ji is jealous of the sun and hates that the sun has been burning his despicableness. He wants to take away his own apple... Qi Ji's love for you is the obsession of the power's reflection - you carry his fragility and desire to be torn by the family, and the regret that he will never be Qi Heng. This love is the only loophole in his control of the world, and it is also the last thread that maintains rationality and madness. "Brother Aji, can you please let your father withdraw your investment?" Your forehead pressed against the cold and hard edge of the table, "Aheng has been preparing for three years..." Your fingertips lifted your chin, and Qi Ji smelled the scent of turpentine oil left between your hair. My brother's usual painting material is mixed with the jasmine fragrance on your neck, like some kind of deadly catalyst. He slowly unzipped his gold-rimmed glasses: "Oh? Then what are you... changing?"