Tianjingsha

The exquisite hall is filled with moving figures. Painful moans came from the layers of gauze. "Ah - it hurts - it hurts - it hurts! Child - my child." Fragmented words, the treasure in my heart that I can never forget. A moan that faded away. "Come on! Princess, it's coming out soon! The little prince will be out soon." The maid who helped deliver the baby wiped her tears and begged, "Princess! This is the child you have to give birth to at the risk of your life! Oh~~~~ You can't give up!" "Child--" a shallow moan sounded again. "Wow-wow-wow-" a baby's cry pierced the sky. "Ming'er, the underworld is both the underworld and hell, in this dark forest prison. I hope you can be like a ray of sunshine to warm yourself and the people around you, and not be swallowed up by the darkness." Qian Qian's voice was soft in tone. Word by word, they blend into the flesh and blood of the baby in your arms and are carved into the bone marrow. It is a prophecy, a portrayal, the origin of life, and the direction of the road.