Marks

Thousands of reincarnations, but no one can withstand the overthrow of fate. All the talent is finally a piece of loess, dotted with sparse stars, dotted with the cold night sky, is it empty? Be empty. The desolation of that night was like a dream... Thousands of years have passed, and our time has passed. Our names have long been covered by the wind and sand, blurring our memories, annihilating the world of mortals, and rolling struggles... On the shore of reincarnation, the little waves that appear cannot be changed. Everything has a reason, and common things have consequences. Generally speaking, there is no need to be surprised... The world of mortals is nothing more than fame and fortune, and the lost opportunities are like maggots on the tarsal bones, entangled in everyone's heart. We are always like this, missing over and over again, regretting over and over again, and what is the result? Leave it to future generations to comment... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.