This article is the product of my first writing. It is a story about a child and his friends in Douluo. No CP, not invincible. ————————————————————————————————————————
I saw fireworks and wind
I saw the blood and heard the singing
They mourn the dead and long for life
The sky is gray and hazy
But I know that hope will always exist and never fade away
Even if the scorching sun disappears, the rainstorm rages, and the tears pour down
Spring breeze and dawn, all things wake up
Green and shining like a newborn baby
But his confidence remains unabated
Even if it is death...
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The Origin of the White Bird Trilogy.