"People who come back from traveling in the world of mortals are always different." The man tilted his head slightly, his eyes dim.
Anyway, it's different from you gods. I leaned casually on the railing and thought, squinting at him.
These people don't eat the fireworks of the world, and they really don't make a difference.
The gods are not empty, but they are floating even when they walk, trampling under their feet the clouds that are untouchable by mortals.
In fact, gods also have emotions and desires.
Just like that year, they were separated by a pond full of red lotuses. He held a warm jade fan and smiled so lightly. Her heart suddenly moved, and she suddenly felt that a piece of her was missing.
By the time she figured out where she had thrown it, she would be doomed long ago.
Just like that day, the world was filled with clouds, but she cried hoarsely.
In fact, I just want me to reach out and you hold it, that's all.