Whether it's life, love or family, like the moon in the water, it turns into bubbles and fragments in an instant. Jiang Xunting sat in the corner of the bar, looked at the boy with red hair opposite him, and took the "sugar pill" from his hand.
But before he could eat it, he passed out.
When I woke up again, it was a thousand years later.
His life seems to have ushered in a new life, but can he really be happy?