The third year after I lost my dragon scales. My dragon tail has rotted away, and the air reeks. I tried to save myself countless times, hoping cultivation would heal the wound left by my missing reverse scale, but all I could do was watch my flesh rot away bit by bit. Enough. I won't fight it anymore. I want to preserve what little dignity I have left. It's not as if anyone in this world will remember me anyway. Just as I was preparing to die, a young man suddenly fell from the cliff. A look of unmistakable delight flashed across his refined face, then he rushed toward me with the light at his back. Without the slightest hint of disgust, he wrapped his arms around my blood-soaked dragon tail and said, "The legend was true. It really is..."
A touching short story; the tale is heartwarming yet still quite painful.
Let's make it into a comic book series, it'll definitely be a hit! 🔥
The writing is excellent and the emotions are carefully considered.
I cried. These are the kinds of touching characters that should be shown to everyone, not just crazy old folks everywhere.
Beautiful and touching
I cried while reading it!! It's such a touching story of redemption.
I won't comment much, but it's a good article and I recommend reading it.