[Harem protagonist, harem protagonist, harem protagonist. Don't read if that bothers you]
How many times did it snow in this world? Nobody knew the answer, until the last snowfall buried him beneath it.
An ordinary little fellow, he didn't know how many years he'd been here. Save people, save people, save people. Like the sun, he gave off his warmth, trying to warm everyone.
He forgot that he was, after all, a dead man with a heart, and that even a heart would one day die. That death would bring a long, endless silence. Snow fell on his heart again and again, until it was covered.
“You want me to save them, so I will. I know what it's like to be trapped in a desperate situation, and they deserve to be saved.”
“I'll save everyone who wants to live,” You Jingque thought.
He stubbornly held on to that name, as though guarding a homeland he could never return to.
He clung to delusions, living in the face of death.
If this broken body can leave behind even a glimmer of light, I will die without regret.
Shocking and delicious😋😋😋