He leaned against a towering poinciana tree, surrounded by red Wuyi grass all over the ground.
The golden light flowing in the fiery red world was not as dazzling as his long ink hair.
"You and I have the fate of three lives, and the past life is a thing of the past. This life is destined to be like a golden lantern, with flowers and leaves not seeing each other. We can only look forward to the next life."
"What if I kill everyone in the world for you?"
"I have a bad memory. I can't remember the past, and I don't know if I can remember the things in this life. So if I don't wait for the next life, there will be no next life."