Under the sweeping ink-colored clouds, the sunlight penetrating this land will finally arrive.
I don't know if what I lost can come back, and I don't know if I can see this land covered with sunshine. I only know that this world has lost its color to me.
Except for the white that drowns everything in Yanmen, there is endless black.
After meeting him, my world was still dark, but I chose to believe.
Brother Beggar who commits suicide × Facial Paralysis Dunluo
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It would have been better if Yifei had not met him.
It would have been better if Yifei had not met him.