Ethereal Sacrifice

Warm reminder: This is not a horror novel, but a fantasy novel. Seem to have forgotten something? The only scene in the nightmare was that of a man in a red shirt lying lifeless in the blood-snow that was rendered bright red. She stretched out her trembling hands and hugged the quiet beauty tightly, holding on tightly, fearing that the person in her arms would disappear in the blink of an eye. Zixu tried her best to know the truth behind this sealed memory. When the other shore flower withered, she remembered it, but at the same time she also lost it... Reminds me of: the bright light and light feathers are used to control the cool wind, and the beauty in red is as charming as a demon; Lost: The plain brocade and white clothes were cut off, and the scarlet blood stained the black eyes. This world turns out to be nothing more than a sandbox of fate, freedom, life and death, destiny... PS: Not scary, just a bit fantasy. [Don't enter if you don't like it]