Maybe it's fate, maybe it's just a soul written in a pen, drifting into another world in the scorching days of peony in Fengcheng. With unresolved concerns from the past life and ties that can't be broken in this life, how should he go? Leave or fight for it.
In the thick darkness, he looked at others. It took me many centuries to find you here and meet you. How wonderful it would be if we never left you in this life.
But the darkness stared at him, dooming this soul to find it difficult to rest in peace.
After I finish writing this article, I will revise it again and take note of everyone's comments.
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