When Wen Yuyue was twelve years old, she wanted to become a respected Holy God. However, her talent was mediocre and her spiritual roots were weak. Everyone in the village took her wish as a joke and ridiculed her every word.
Only Zhou Ziyan always believed in her. Whenever she was feeling down, he would reach out and gently rub the top of her hair, whisper comfort, and accompany her to guard the unrealistic dream in the eyes of others.
Peace will eventually break. The demon cavalry trampled through the village, the flames of war swept through the homeland, and all the creatures in the village perished. When the cold sword stabbed her heart, it missed by a hair. She was lucky enough to survive the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
The old soil turns to ashes, and the old friends disappear. The simple yearning in the past has quietly changed in the blood feud.
Intention: sleep wherever you fall.