Milosheng

You don't understand. I will never understand... Before leaving, Milosheng left these words. The thick fog remains as usual, unchanged for thousands of years. Flowers fall all over the ground, and they die sadly, He deliberately blurred his vision, trying to hide the retreating figure. That was the first time he felt pain, which was slow and long-lasting and incurable. Since it is empty. Why does it still hurt? Holding his chest, he felt the bone-gnawing cold wind constantly penetrating inside, causing him to tremble slightly uncontrollably. Milosheng. He palely repeated these three words silently. The twining vine took root in the mud, but never bloomed again.