(Group portrait + different world + strong male)
The white-haired boy Wen Nunyi tied a handful of soft hair behind his head, and the silver light on his fingertips could resist all spells to tamper with his memory.
The blank memory shadow swallowed people in the market streets. Lin Zhisui, the Shouyi Secretary, picked up the lock and chased him, but Chu Weihan of the Broken Memory Pavilion handed him a warning.
There was a faded candy wrapper hidden in Shen Jin's sleeve. Ling Yeyuan stepped on the residual mist in red clothes and smiled softly: "We are all prisoners of memory."
The mountains and rivers in the world and all living beings are all projections pieced together by the obsession of one person in ancient times. To forget is to die.
The young man held the incomplete bone pendant in his hand, protecting the refugees without memories who disappeared at any time, while tracing the truth behind the tide of forgetfulness. But when the bone pendant completely lit up, he was shocked to realize that he was the remnant soul of the creation that built this false ruin world.
