I was born with the ability to revive the dead and heal wounds of any plant or animal my blood comes into contact with. But the bigger the object, the more blood it requires. If I use up my blood, I can even make mountains full of life.
Of course, I can also resurrect someone who dies within twenty-four hours, and that person will inherit my abilities. However, this ability also has limitations, that is, it cannot heal itself. After discovering this ability, I gave my blood to a child who froze to death on the side of the road, and he survived after a lucky escape. Eighteen years later I met that boy again.
"I thought that after falling in love at first sight, as long as I saw the other person's embarrassing things and bad habits, I would slowly give up, but I found that I won't. The things you did made me like you more and more."
Okay, little guy, you can follow me from now on.
It's probably a story about an elegant "little prince" who longed for a stable life, but was reduced to following the "king" around Tibet.
Third person, modern fantasy
The content and locations are all fictitious and have no prototypes, and the story content is purely fictitious.
Intention: Please believe that it is impossible