Weary of the world, broken and feeling × gentle healing and lively attack
"There is a light rain in the small building on this ancient night, and Lan Wenping's stars are green again."
At the age of 15, Lou Wenqing lost all hope after he was diagnosed with severe depression.
But God brought him to the world of immortality.
He was picked up by Elder Wen of the Shumin Sect and became the chief of the Fu Sect and the first direct disciple of the new generation of the Shumin Sect.
Later, there were more children at the door.
They laughed and wanted to blend in with him.
Later, he met a young man.
He said: "Wen Qing, you are like a child's kite by the bank of Nantang. The spring breeze will always take you away. I have to hold on to the string tightly."
He said: "Wen Qing, you are the remaining warmth of spring in Nantang, and the green color that will never be barren on the shore. Please own me and give me a qualification that belongs to you, okay?"
The boy's words were a bit annoying.
Later, the young man's nagging disappeared. He did not go with the spring breeze, but followed Zhongxia.
He changed into a jade pendant and felt the remaining warmth.
Lou Wenqing smiled, his vision blurred.
Finally, the young man came back with the same facial features.
He said: "Wen Qing, you love me too, right?"
He said: "Wen Qing, we can never be separated, like the cicada and summer in Nantang."
Lou Wenqing responded softly.
Someone loves him, yes.
Intention: When faced with death, there are always some people who never look back.