Maybe in time and space, there is a long pavilion, a jade wash, and a Gongzhang Cave.
Or create silence, continuous rain, quiet house, novels and games.
Xiuqing Jialan, leisure time, Mu Cui, music theory frequency column.
A short jiaojiao bowl, without saying a word, you and me, thinking about the spirit refining liquid.
Walking in the parallel time and space of the heavens, I am the only one with a sense of accomplishment, reflecting my life in the eyes and hearts of everyone.
They are both time travellers, but they are different travelers. They are also the ultimate king, the Supreme. The innocence that passes away quietly, the greed for the past gods, and the idiotic life are all childish words that are kept silent.
Walking through thousands of people, watching the rise and fall of Qiancheng Mo City, young lovers taking a break and playing. But I don't have the loneliness of wandering alone, I don't have my own preferences, and naturally I don't know what kind of lovesickness that feeling is.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
