After many lifetimes and across thousands of years, you are still my favorite.
When did the distance appear, and when did the cracks open? Perfect, most beautiful when finished. Maybe the bouquet of fireworks when the world is destroyed is worthy of perfection.
I don't want to grow old, I don't love the world, I just want you to be as far away from me as possible, so that you don't know anything. The happiest thing is that you don't know anything.
Betrayal, suspicion, it is the world or us that is wrong.
I don't know, and I don't want to know. No matter who is at fault, we have no share in it.
I really want to see the sky blue after the rain with you again, the colorful light and shadow reflected on our faces...
This article is a Fansha fanfic of Come on, the Great Demon King. I only use this article to express my endless resentment for Xiaochan, who turned into a female foodie and turned into a pervert.