The sky was blue, just like that day.
It's just almost pure blue, without a trace of impurities. In the sky above this world, there is only a beautiful gesture in one battle, overturning all things, and only admiring the sky.
Mu Jin never thought that this day would come. Even in that terrible dark night, when reality is silent but active in dreams, the most common thing is to wake up sweating profusely, and then stare blankly at the night outside the window.
She kept telling herself that it was just a dream and she would wake up.
But the all-too-real sight broke all her illusions. She pulled away the last piece of driftwood around her and was instantly plunged into a bone-chilling abyss.
The pain is heartbreaking, but it still has to be faced heartbreakingly.