When standing next to them, I was afraid, afraid of blaspheming them. They stood at the peak that no one could reach, and everyone could only watch them from a distance. Everyone hopes that they can take a look at themselves, but unfortunately, they never look away, or things are unpredictable. In their hearts, who would have thought that such a person would exist?
However, it is no longer important. The last thing I can do for them is to hope that the dirty blood of the world will not be stained on them.