C233 Who Was the Little Liar

When the night falls, a man in a red robe stands with his back against his back in a magnificent palace that is illuminated by neon lights.

Under the illumination of the lights, his peach blossom like eyes had gradually elongated. There was a vague trace of the noble aura of an emperor.

His ink-black hair was not bound. It hung casually at his waist, adding an indescribable strangeness