"If the starry sky remains the same in the future, then everyone, please come back here and laugh wildly again."
Feng Xingni smiled when the sharp blade pierced her chest, and her life was drained away bit by bit. However, she thought of the clear starry sky and the promises they made together at that time. She stretched out her hand with great effort, eager to touch those childish faces, but she could only watch helplessly as the sickle of death cut the past into pieces.
Why, why did it become like this?
Why is it getting further and further away? Dear everyone.
The starry sky is still the same, but the pure land is no longer there.
"Hey everyone, I will be waiting for you at Naihe Bridge."