"You admit that you killed someone?"
"No," the man in the dock raised his eyes, his voice as calm as a frozen lake, "I just killed a lot of... Myself."
In the temple, the abbot was sitting on a futon with his hands clasped together, and the beads in his hands were gently twirled. His calm eyes looked at the person in front of him with a little pity: "Donor, if the flowers fall like this, the old dream of Lingxiao will become empty. It doesn't matter, you don't understand. Since you have such an obsession, then I will send you to experience it for yourself."
In the research room, a young man pointed at the screen and shouted at him: "Jiang Wendu! You have changed so many worlds, haven't you found that your own world has not changed?!"
In the blink of an eye, there was another temple, and an old Taoist in rags was leaning on the ground, calculating in his hands: "Fellow Taoist, I am not advising you to believe in metaphysics, but since you believe in such a slim and boundless probability, why don't you believe that it may be just a function? . When you walk on this, you may indeed gather countless intersections, but have you ever thought that it is just countless moments! No matter how many times you invert it, she will not be able to sleep peacefully next to you when you wake up tomorrow!"
"Let me try again. The next world may be the end."
Intention: When the universe prohibits you from coexisting, love becomes the most tragic and illegal operation.