Copywriting is done by a small hand, sweet pet writing, supernatural, there are gods, ghosts and fairies, time travel, but no immortality
During Zhao Anhe's first and third life, Shen Runze had been busy around him, as if he was mentally retarded and unable to take care of himself.
"Brother An, eat this, it's very sweet."
"Brother An, come hold hands and go home."
Until one day, Shen Runze came to save him with his ancestral butcher knife, and hesitantly looked at him in a pool of blood.
"Brother An, I love you"