There are three words on the master's head: "Three days."
I wanted to save him like crazy. Useless. He died in my arms, his last words being "Don't be afraid".
There are three words above the senior sister's head: "Seven days."
I rushed into the devil's cave and carried her out. After she woke up, she asked me: "You are so afraid of death, why are you always at the front?" I said: "Because I am afraid that you will die."
There are three words on the junior brother's head: "Three hours."
He blocked the sword for me, and before he died, he said with a smile: "Senior brother, I will bear the sword for you this time."
My lifespan is getting longer and longer, reaching ten thousand years.
But I don't want it anymore. Because there are fewer and fewer people alive.
Until that day——
A thousand people knelt before me and said: If you give us a life, we will give you a day.
I just realized that I had been calculating wrong all along.
You don't win by living longer. It's about being remembered.
Intention: Being afraid of death is not cowardice, it is because there are too many people and things in this world that are worthy of nostalgia.