He was born at the beginning of chaos and was the first child of heaven and earth.
In that battle, He shed all his juices to hold up the collapsed sky and sew up the shattered earth. The world was preserved, He was broken.
After sleeping for ten thousand years, start over from scratch.
She became a seedling, an ignorant tree spirit. Eat porridge, read, and learn cleaning techniques. I rescued a little fiery red fox, gave it medicine every day, and listened to it snore. She thought her life would go on like this—basking in the sun and raising a little fox.
The whisper of Heavenly Dao came from far away: "Hansheng, how long are you going to sleep?"
She looked down at her hands. These hands can only use branches to entangle people, can only smooth Ah Li's hair, and can only grasp other people's sleeves and say "you are so awesome".
He does not want to save the world.
But this world seems to have no intention of letting Him go.
He opened his eyes, and thousands of golden leaves were flying all over the sky.
"... For the last time."
