He once firmly believed that he had caught the warmest light in his life. The "mute" outer disciple who couldn't speak sweet words and could only silently hand over meat buns and stay with him all night when he was seriously injured was the only source of heat in his gloomy life.
One thought can turn into a demon and it will never be recovered. If you miss it in one life, the sea of blood will become.
How can they cross this abyss of lies and misunderstandings and find the original, simple and warm agreement about meat buns and the distance?
One thought can lead to a devil, and one life will be different; if one breaks the mirror and reunites, one will live up to his expectations in this life.
Intent: deep sadomasochistic love