The snow is like lime powder that burns the eyes... The heart is like borrowed fire, the "god" seems to be cracking melon seeds outside the clouds, and you and I are both in a cage...
When he woke up, his heart was empty...
The cold-hearted junior sister returned a beating heart, and the saint gave it to him... The medical cultivator said ambiguous words, and everyone was deeply affectionate...
Until he caught a glimpse of the line of blood on the parchment:
"Don't read... The letter... Look."
Is it a struggle between gods, demons, immortals, and mortals, or is love... Difficult to overcome?
When every heartbeat is as precise as a drum, and every look at each other seems familiar——
Purpose: To find indelible proof of "existence"
