What is love after all, and where does it come from?
I can't quite understand it. Perhaps love is just a colorful butterfly, beautiful to look at but forever out of reach.
If you try to hold onto it tightly, it will struggle, and in that struggle, it will rub off all its colors and become pale.
Xuanhuan / Romance
Sci-fi / Mystery
Xianxia / Fantasy
Urban / Tragedy
Xuanhuan
Harem / Mature
Isekai / Sci-fi
Urban / Mature
Urban / Xuanhuan
Xianxia / Fantasy
Harem / Xianxia
Xianxia / Drama
LitRPG / Urban