Although the lock is strong, it is difficult to tie the life path; although the wish is generous, it will not help the floating life. The copper lock has been corroded by the years, and the paper is corroded by the wind and frost, but the bell of Hanshan Temple remains the same, carrying hundreds of years of blessings in the air, leaving only a sigh in the ears.
The paper in Hanshan Temple is filled with "May Ayan live a long life". But the piece of paper that was knocked to the ground by the rain and stained with mud was left alive, like a sharp knife gouging out his heart.
"There are so many people on the hook, why can't even one of them protect her?"
Shen Yan knew that he could only live for a few years due to the disease, and he never feared death. In the end, I could only say to the blood-stained letter with reluctance: "I really want to live a secret life!"
After all, the long-lived lock cannot lock the short-lived ghost.
