Is there one light that belongs to me among the thousands of lights... Shen Yan held on to his gradually blurred consciousness, and this thought popped up in his mind for no reason. Everything around him became colder and colder, and the darkness cut the memory into countless fragments, which disappeared in an instant. Only that person's face was imprinted in his mind for a long time, "It's great... You're still alive." He seemed to close his eyes with satisfaction and let the night swallow him up bit by bit. Suddenly a hand stopped his fall, huh? It was him. Lin Heng almost trembled invisibly: "Don't sleep Ayan, I'll take you home."
Intention: Two-way rush, redemption, and overcoming psychological barriers