In the tenth year of the apocalypse, heavy snow sealed off the mountains.
Ling Jin collapsed outside the Qinghe Base and was rescued by a girl with eyes as clear as spring water.
He was a lone wolf who walked through the darkness, his hands stained with blood and nothing left to hold him to the world.
She was the only light in the apocalypse, gentle and compassionate, yet destined to turn to stone for his sake.
Millions forged a crown for him with their gazes, pushing him onto a lonely throne of the mind.
He became everyone's savior, but lost his own light forever.
On countless rainy nights, his power ran wild and he lost control.
Only Shen Shuang would rush forward, using her own body as the cure.
She knew perfectly well she was only a substitute, yet willingly stayed by his side as they sank together.
When the apocalypse ended and spring arrived, he stood atop the highest victory platform, with no one beside him.
Everyone cheered the birth of a savior, but no one remembered that he was simply Ling Jin.
He tore apart all the labels others had imposed on him, carried his beloved's crystal coffin, and walked toward the fields where green shoots grew.
Red blood and white bones mingled, becoming an eternal statue.
And 380,000 kilometers away, on the far side of the moon, several new humans who had lived for two hundred years raised their wineglasses and looked down upon Earth.
They were waiting for the child who had inherited two powers to grow up.
Waiting to harvest the sweetest fruit of all.
Quite novel and beautiful