If the gods can see the suffering of people from the farthest reaches of the world, then why are there still sorrow and despair?
Even the second-highest divine seat in the Temple of Light on Xiyin Continent is no different from anyone else in the face of fate.
Fate cannot be changed.
But people’s hearts can change.
The fireworks over Simult Cathedral faded, leaving behind only a lover’s sigh.
Whose fault was it?
Who was to blame?
Right and wrong, no one speaks of them. They cannot be spoken of.
Theme:
It looks good, but the layout is not done well and the text is blurred together. (˙-˙)
Sofa, sofa, as the author is crazy, the sofa is all mine