When they first met that year, the girl watched the boy dancing his sword under the apricot tree, and the apricot blossoms in the sky fell in love with him.
But this godless land has already begun to wither quietly. When the wind and sand hit, fate will not spare anyone.
"Run, Splash."
The dry wind blew up endless sand, and the figure standing on the other side of the wind and sand gradually became blurred, and only the sound came from afar.
"I'll catch up to you."
"Run, Splash, I'm right behind you."
Those who meet are determined to leave and pray for each session.
