Legends are nothing more than this. Things that happened thousands of years ago, whether they were vigorous or ordinary, can never withstand the dust of thousands of years. After a long time, they really seem to be sealed under thousands of layers of loess. A few residual images are left in the air, and they become legends.
Legend has it that there was a thaumaturgy on this continent, named Ruo Zhu. There are very few relevant records in history books, and even the origin of the name cannot be found. It is said that the name is related to its ability.
If so, then now. Half a red candle can control the timeline of the person involved. Hence the name Ruo Zhu.
"Please help me, I just want to know what would have happened now if I hadn't walked down that street."
"I know she hates me. If time comes again, I will treat her well."
As I thought, there really is no such good thing in the world, and I must pay a huge price to make up for my mistakes. But I feel that I should not have such regrets. If I have the opportunity, I will definitely not sacrifice my life in exchange for the perfection of time again.
But this was just childish talk at the time.