"I have always been a lone traveler who crushes other people's emotions. But when I see you, my heart skips a beat, creating ripples that are unfamiliar even to me."
Qin Chuan's words were like a quenched knife, revealing his true feelings directly, but trapping Su Yang in the same place. It was the throbbing of knowing that he might repeat the same mistakes again, but it was the rational defense that he had long been accustomed to.
Should I hold on to this relationship or let it go? Can the mistakes that lie between each other be wiped away by a "like"?
The wind in the Yunwanzhiyuan has long been filled with the cries of thousands of dead souls.
This protracted war was like a demonic mirror, illuminating the greed, cowardice and betrayal of human nature.
Su Yang and his companions rushed to the battlefield with the glimmer of hope of "bringing the world back to normal", but the ensuing supernatural events shattered their defenses time and time again. Sometimes looking at the fallen figures of people around him, Su Yang would be in a trance: maybe death is a gentler relief than struggling in despair?
"It would be great if I could go back to that summer..." He looked at the bloody sky, his throat was sore, and his unfinished words were hanging in the wind. Back when we could still run after the sunset on campus without worrying about whether tomorrow would be the last day of summer.
Concept: Strange
