In the endless river of time, the wheel of fate turns slowly, with mysterious and unknowable power. My fantasy journey with zombies quietly unfolded in the gap between reincarnations, as if it was a fateful encounter.
The trajectories of fate are intricately intertwined, like intertwined threads, closely connecting the worlds of the living and the dead. Every reincarnation is a challenge to fate and a test of love. We met in the vast sea of people, as if we were destined to meet again in the past life.
The wheel rotates slowly, and the sound is like the whisper of time and space, telling the secrets of the past and the future. Our story, like the wheel of fate, keeps spinning, sometimes falling into the abyss, sometimes touching the clouds.
In this game with fate, we stick to our faith and write our own chapter with love and courage. Every choice is like a square on the roulette wheel, which may change the direction of the entire story.
Finally, when the wheel of fortune stops turning, our journey comes to an end. But the mark on the roulette wheel has long been deeply engraved in my heart and has become an eternal memory.
Reader comments
It looked like it was too strenuous, and there was no interruption in talking.
It looked like it was too strenuous, and there was no interruption in talking.