Xie Mu’s task was to make scum gongs fall in love with him.
He skillfully disguised himself as a white lotus, delicate and pitiful, kind and naïve.
Even if he became an existence thrown away by the slag gong like a cheap pair of shoes, it didn’t matter, because Xie Mu would quickly make him kneel and apologize, even willing to dig out his heart and present it on a silver platter.
—— and once the slag gongs fell in love, he would, step by step, lead them into hell:
[I didn’t abandon you, it’s you who abandoned the amnesiac me]
[I didn’t cuck you on purpose, I was being forced ah]
[Even though I used you as a substitute, but it wasn’t on purpose]
What could be crueler than abandoning someone only to want them back and find out that they’ve become forever out of reach?
Warnings: Fictional, brainlessly Mary-Sue, refreshing dog blood drama, love triangle antics, deceivingly harmless but inwardly dark main characters, there are no limitations on the morality of people, read with discretion