They are gods who are almost immortal and span history. They are regarded as pigs and sheep by humans to conquer the new continent. Underneath their mysterious, powerful, and terrifying appearance, they are the beating hot hearts that are most like human beings.
She was almost omniscient and omnipotent, using endless learning to fight against the obscure pain of loneliness welling up in her bones. Divine arrogance and human tenderness collided in her body - but when he left, she fell on the table with dry tears. She said: "Yan Yu, I'm so lonely..." There is no one here. There is no sound. There is no sun. Without you.
He was the person who was favored by the real god, the flower of the high mountains, but when he buried his head in her shoulder and neck countless times, he remembered the first time they met. The angel who was just a little taller than him and came to the world a little earlier said that she wanted to be the sister who took care of him - Xuanyu. He thought of the childhood that was not eroded by nightmares: "Sister, do you like me?" "Sister, don't you like me?"
An endless nightmare, what he saw was the past, and what she saw was the future.
Yan Yu knelt in front of a fire. This time, he declared to be her believer, his Dawn believer.
Double clean.
Intention: Live towards death, love like a ball of fire, I can't control what happens tomorrow
