Camphor covers all the noise and sadness of this city, quietly guarding this ancient city.
So he saw her gentle smile, and heard her say in a clear and clear voice: My name is Anjing.
He saw his smooth and white face, showing his angular coldness, his deep black eyes, with a charming color, and the aura emanating from his body, all of which showed coldness and nobility, but he gently called her: quiet, quiet.
So their fates were intertwined, and they couldn't break away or escape.
In the fingers of time, they cannot escape fate.