Since ancient times, we have been working at sunrise and resting at sunset.
Heaven and earth are mothers, creating and restraining each other.
God, day and night.
"We are obviously brothers, so why can we only talk to each other at dawn and evening every day?" Ye Xiang said to the Emperor of Heaven.
Day after day, year after year, every day is full of reluctance and expectation, just because the time to see each other is too short.
"Isn't this more worthy of cherishing?" The Emperor asked reluctantly.
"No matter how much time we have, we will cherish it." Bai Tian said, standing shoulder to shoulder with the night.
"Oh? Is this really possible?" Emperor Tian questioned.
One day is enough, two days is enough, several months are enough, how can it be possible to spend endless days, for example, the Emperor of Heaven, although he is in a high position, still guards the seat on the left, just because he cannot love.
Brothers day and night did not answer.
The Emperor of Heaven sighed: "That's all. Let me give you twenty years to see the so-called feelings between you..."