[I once said that you are the eternal protagonist, the destined person, the savior, and the world itself. ]
The mirage of the soul wavers
The extinguished wax burns out again
Lonely chants are floating up to the uninhabited graves
The fateful coin falls from the wishing fountain into the sewer
The fog came unexpectedly, yet quietly.
There was no one around Mi Rensheng this time, and it shouldn't be said that this time, there were only people passing by her in a hurry along the way.
All I can say is that this time the streets were deserted.
She just lowered her eyes and lit a candle in the center of the small room.
Mission: Never deify anyone