The man came on the clouds.
The white clothes are better than the snow, and the eyebrows are like dust. Clean without a trace of turbidity.
He stretched out his hand towards him, and his voice was solemn and clear: "I will take you away."
He is still young and in the prime of life.
His eyes are like water, clear and transparent.
He is indeed a descendant of the demon god.
But he is just a child.
He was bullied all the time, but he was inexplicably close to that person when he saw him.
He put his hand on it.
Warm and generous, he didn't want to let go once he held it.
One word becomes a prophecy, love will ruin this life.