Maybe death is not such a bad thing sometimes, Ryuzaki said to Hirako.
Pingzi lowered his face, his bangs covering his eyes.
"Don't you want to eat cake again?"
Ryuzaki's dull expression gradually brightened, and an imperceptible smile spread at the corner of his mouth.
Wounds will heal, we just lose to time.
Look, the snow is clearing. . . .
The snowy streets in Jinglingting are also like this. Where the sun shines, there is a faint halo that combines with the fog to form colorful colors.
"Hey captain, remember to put on more clothes when the snow clears up."