The saint's selfish attack × the dead man's true heart
Wen Yu'an never thought that he would see his own bright moon again. The startling glimpse was just like the first time he saw it. He smiled softly as he stretched out his hand, as if he was shining.
If I could gain his favor, I, Wen Yu'an, would be willing to go to the eighteenth level of hell.
Yu'an, I don't believe what others say, you and I are close friends, adopted brothers, and... Sweethearts.
Intention: A dead man climbs to the moon, a saint breaks his precepts