The wind blows slowly, gently blowing the green grass, blowing the freshness of the grass far away, towards the end of the day. "Squeak, squeak, squeak..." The windmill rotates round and round, and the cycle of life keeps spinning. Who can tell the difference between the beginning and the end? Who can tell whether it moves with the wind or moves with the wind?
"Awakening? It's ridiculous. I didn't even know I was awakened. Son of God, how did I know?" Feng Che said with a helpless smile, "I'm just escaping. This is just a game. Who knows what the ending will be and when I will wake up."
Bingmo blinked his bright black eyes and said with a smile: "Are you really awakened? Brother, no matter how you look at it, he is just a kid like me! Just let him play with me!"
Bing tide looked at her little brother, who was still a child, and thought to herself: "Before she died, my mother-in-law specifically told me that I will protect you, my only relative. Father, do you still see us two brothers in your eyes? I must get the Son of God, I want the whole world, and I want my brother to live so happily forever."