She drowned among the pages, and when she woke up, it was the night before the city was destroyed.
For three lifetimes, she has been saving the same being.
——In the first life, she saved a city. The city survived, but she died.
——In the second life, she helped a country, the country was established, and she died.
——In the third life, she took back a piece of the country. When the country was stable, she died.
Before death, there is always an outline in the light, and the features cannot be clearly seen.
When he died for the third time, the silhouette finally spoke:
"You saved me three times and you still don't know who I am?"
She looked at that face - unfamiliar, yet as familiar as the lines on her palm.
"Who are you?"
Silhouette didn't answer.
Just hold her hand and pull her out the window.
Outside the window is the country.
It's her outside the window.
Outside the window is the person she has saved for three lifetimes.
It turns out that the existence she has always loved,
Not anyone.
It's every inch of land she's stood on,
It was the wind she breathed every time,
It's every sunrise in this country for three hundred years.
Intention: You bury your bones in the mud under the spring, but I send them to the world with a head full of snow.