In winter, the snow falls silently.
Spring is approaching but has not yet arrived. The weak sunlight caresses the gradually passing snow, revealing green buds on the ground. It seemed like an unintentional move, but it gave them new life.
Bai Muqing's existence has such a special meaning to Guan Yang.
Looking at the man's slender back as he left, Guan Yang still didn't understand what drove him to reach out in the first place. The desire to stay with him was extremely strong.
"Be my master."
Is it to become an immortal? Revenge? Or something else, I can't tell. Four years is enough time for me to understand my true heart.
However, without the white clothes accompanying him, what is the point of being a god?
My heart gradually became silent. The real self had already gone with him at that moment, leaving nothing but a body.
Until that cold voice sounded from his life again, everything seemed to be back to its original point, and something seemed different again.
"Are you a god?"
"Be my lover"
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