I once thought that I used three hundred bowls of hot porridge to warm up the snow-capped mountains that had not melted for thousands of years.
Later I found out that he was willing to drink my porridge just because the taste of the porridge was very similar to the white moonlight of his death.
I am a drug that he raised with his own hands.
The medicine used to resurrect the woman.
But when he finally wanted to take my life, he asked me with red eyes: "Yun Zhao, if I say that I don't want you to die, would you believe it?"
I believe it.
But it's too late.
My blood will be used to water her rebirth; my soul will be used to fill her incompleteness; my heart has long been gouged out by his own hands and enshrined on the altar.
Gu Jinghan, ask me if I believe you?
I believe it.
But I believe more——
From the beginning, I was just her shadow.
