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.
Xianxia / Fantasy
LitRPG / Xuanhuan
Harem / Xianxia
Xianxia / Drama
Harem / Xianxia
Xianxia / Fantasy
Harem / Xianxia
Adventure / Fantasy
Xianxia / Comedy
LitRPG / Fantasy
Xuanhuan / Martial Arts
Urban / Xianxia
Mecha / Sci-fi