Whose obsession is it to act recklessly in the world, to roam freely, and to travel through time? If this country is like a game of chess, we are born to be the chess players. Black and white, the stars are wrong, the time and space are wrong, the people are wrong, the self is wrong, what is left is reality, what is left is...
Is this the temperature? We can't hold hands, we can't stand side by side, only this world can be prosperous with you.
Then use these hands that no longer belong solely to you, use these hands that should be in charge of the world to trace a touch of cinnabar on the imperial seal for you. I will accept this country at your feet.
The copywriting was written by Suiyue Shang for me~~~I really like it.
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