Xie Xiangan×Tao Yingxiang
It was the last spring in the world. New buds were beginning to bloom, and the warm sun and drizzle were like curtains. The world was still immersed in the illusion of peace and smoothness. No one knew that this gentle spring was the last gift before the end. The copy arrives silently, the rules are cold and ruthless, and the extracted person falls into the abyss with no return date. The seemingly orderly world has long since rotted and collapsed. Cowardice, selfishness, indifference, and calculation are secretly surging under the spring scenery. Everyone is hiding their ears and stealing the bell, just hoping that bad luck will not befall them. Tao Yingxiang and Xie Xiangan could not escape the sentence after all. In the eyes of the world, which are either fearful, indifferent, or relieved, they are like abandoned children, pushed into the boundless darkness. Xie Xiang'an is naturally sensitive, and the copy shadow follows him like a shadow, and a trace of emotion can pierce him; Tao Yingxiang is calm and restrained, only clenching his fists for the people around him in the moment when no one notices. Fire mixed with rancid smell, blood filling the air, biting cold, darkness peeping, the game officially begins. The road ahead is endless, the copy is dangerous, people's hearts are unpredictable, and trust has become the most luxurious thing. They walked together on the edge of a knife, pulled in despair, collapsed again and again, and quarreled again and again, foreshadowing their ending. Spring is dead, and the days of the past are no longer the same.
Intention: The moon waxes and wanes, and people have joys and sorrows. This is difficult to do in ancient times.