He fell from the altar, and what fell was dust or hope. Everything was bound.
On the way forward, he met companions, relatives, friends, and lovers.
Du Huiye: Do you regret not killing me thoroughly?
God: Really?
The author doesn't update often (very slowly) because he is busy with his studies.
I wrote this for my own pleasure, so it's very casual (but the main plot will not change)
It can be completed in my lifetime
Intention: Resistance