Rebirth, Seeking the Truth

Asking what time and love are, they only make life and death mutually agreeable I, Long, have loved you all my life, and I am not ashamed of you. It turns out that the person you love in this life is not me after all In the midst of the thunder, a slightly handsome young man slumped on the ground casually. His tattered clothes looked out of place with his white face. He had an unknown green gun in his mouth, and a trace of lightning flashed through the corner of his eye. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.