Wedge
On the banks of the Forgotten River, the flowers on the other side are in full bloom, and their bright red petals are like solidified blood and tears, covering the road leading to the underworld. The river sobbed, carrying countless unwilling souls flowing into the endless darkness.
Feng Yu was sitting on the edge of this scarlet ocean. His plain white robes had long been soaked in dust, mud and blood. Only his eyes were still as deep as a cold pool, reflecting the scattered flowers on the other side of the sky and the lifeless face in his arms.
Su Li. His Su Li. His only true love, the calamity of his life.
Her body was already cold, without any warmth anymore, like a fragile jade sculpture. Feng Yu lowered his head and gently pressed his cheek against her cold forehead. The hot tears fell down and dripped on her pale lips. The dry land absorbed them instantly, leaving no trace.
"Ali..." He called her name hoarsely, his voice broken in the whimpering wind, "I will take you home... Let's go home..."
But he knew that this was their home, their destined destination. From the first time he saw the little demon girl stealing cakes in the back mountain, the gears of fate had begun to turn, pushing him to a path of no return called "fate".
It turns out that the so-called fate is to let us understand what farewell is when we are closest to each other.
Intention: No matter where I am, I am only a turn away from you. It turns out that the so-called fate is to let us understand what eternal farewell is when we are closest to each other.