In the darkest long night, in the latest appointment. The wind of that year was too traceless, and the memories of the past had long disappeared into the dilapidated days. Dear god Kleil, please take care of the believers under your knees...
·Perhaps misery touches the heartstrings more, so people always like to see the suffering of others, want their best friends to turn against each other, want hatred to last longer than love, and want flowers to bloom like the scorching sun when a gun is shot into the chest...
Wu Zhoujing (attack) x Shen Su (receive)
Intention: Looking back at that absurd beginning, I realized that the old days were just worn-out memories.