Time does not turn around, rebirth does not come back, the old rumors are like this, and the words do not exist.
A night of snow.
Birds were frightened in the forest, snow fell from the branches, and suddenly the fog filled the air. A hand stretched out from the snow, and suddenly a black figure flashed out. Yu Yuan opened his eyes, stretched out his limbs, his eyes flashed, and then returned to his previous indifference. The only thing in his eyes was endless nothingness without any ripples...
