Dressed in the guise of a game, God is actually just fingers flying on the keyboard.
Unknowingly, I have written 80,000 words. If meeting Qianye, getting to know Qianye, and getting used to Qianye can be regarded as a story, then my story may not have begun yet. I didn't want to write an emotional drama at the beginning. All I wanted to express was these. The beautiful memories left in World of Warcraft over the years include the snow-capped mountains in Winterspring Valley, the lily trees outside Silvermoon City, the Taboo sheep in Nagrand, the sky in Hellfire Peninsula, the continuous spring rain in Stranglethorn Valley, and the invincible dragon wandering over the Valley of Eternal Blossoms.
Fast forward three years. In order to catch up with Qianye, I spent my days and nights playing dungeons, battlefields, and arenas. I even ridiculously went back to play the stand-alone version of Jin Band to practice my hand speed. When I could stand by his side, he left.
Suddenly I realized how long it had been since I took another look at the world.