I am the twelfth saint of the undead, a saint, and a leftover girl.
My name is Zhiqiu, the Zhizhi of Zhiqiu, the autumn of autumn.
The past, present, and future are just endless days to me. One is the Supreme God, the other is the Demon King, and the other is my most important person. How should I choose?
When all the beginnings have their destined endings, all the love and hate will settle down in the years, just forgetting what kind of beginning it was, in that ancient past that cannot be returned.