After sleeping for thousands of years, I lost my memory and gave up my love and faith.
I know there is someone to help me, someone to protect me, someone to save me
But I can't trust anyone, and I'm cautious every step of the way.
Hasn't the human heart changed from simple and romantic to sophisticated and sophisticated since ancient times?
Bullying the old age is righteousness, chanting Yu is benevolence, Beibei is loyalty, You Ye is love...
One by one, these piles in the chaos pushed aside the armor of thorns that covered my body, pricking my flesh, making it impossible for me to remain calm.
How can I go through this vast world of people, endless life and death, and a heart that has gone through joys and sorrows, and grasp the original heart?