The body that had been dormant for a hundred years suddenly woke up.
The girl in white, with her thin shoulders shouldering the mission of saving the world, faces the first darkness after dusk alone.
In troubled times, the so-called fate of three lives is just a brief encounter among the rose bushes.
Immediately, using silk as silk, sword as pen, and blood as ink, he presented a scroll:
Between the huge ice floes, the water is cold and bitter, and there are bright red flowers with wrinkled petals and golden stamens.
Is this a sign of the end of the world or a prelude to rebirth?
No one knows.