On a white snowy night, he dragged his broken body, blood stained every step of the way, walking aimlessly, and the roaring voice behind him got closer and closer. When the last snowflake fell on his shoulders, he finally fell to the ground.
Will he still die?
In a daze, he saw a flash of bright color blocking his way, and he seemed to hear a very soft voice: "Don't be afraid."
Something moved in his heart.
On that day, auspicious clouds were surging, and the white-clothed gods were lingering like immortals. They wielded divine swords and summoned spiritual rain. The spring breeze from all directions blew across my face, and I was surprised to find myself in a hundred gardens.
He was confused.
While no one is around, give yourself a five-star