However, Huo Junhan rejected her coldly and shook off her hand. "Every word I say is the truth. Shen Yaowei, don't love me. My bloodline is dirty. I'm not worthy of everything beautiful in this world."
"No, you're talking nonsense." Shen Yaowei reached out and cupped Huo Junhan's face. She said seriously, "I don't allow you to say that about yourself. Junhan, in my opinion, even if you become the king of the ghost race and everyone in the world hates you, I'll still feel that you have your reasons. I'll still stand beside you."
With every word Shen Yaowei said, the coldness in Huo Junhan's eyes disappeared a little.
He reached out, as if he wanted to touch Shen Yaowei's cheek.
But his hand stopped at the slightest distance from her, as if he had some misgivings. He stared into Shen Yaowei's eyes and asked, "Yaoyao, aren't you afraid of me?"
He was a half-human, half-ghost monster.
Ever since he was young, even his mother felt ashamed of him.
