"The arrogant self-defense strategy for the next year and the genius strategy × the violent transformation for the first year, the gentle and heartbreaking"
A hundred years ago, the world of cultivation was invaded by poisonous gas, and corpses littered the fields, ending with the death of the owner of the Forgotten Dust Valley.
He Yunan was guarding his own medical clinic in the mortal world, feeling carefree and contented, so happy.
Until he kindly rescued a monk named Lin Zhen, which disrupted all his rhythm.
When the flowers bloom and fall, they are all mourning, and when the clouds roll and relax, they are no longer happy.
After all, he is a person in hell, and the dazzling sun will only burn away all his disguises.
By then, how will the people he cares about view him?
But the more He Yunan retreated, the more the young man pressed forward.
"I didn't drink this time. I was soberer than ever. I knew what I was thinking and doing."
He finally allowed Lin Zhen to hold his hand.
In fact, there is nothing wrong with being a moth rushing to the fire.
