In the southernmost part of the West City, there is a tall lighthouse. Standing on the lighthouse, you can see the entire West City and the sea.
It's four o'clock in the morning. A little boy of about ten years old was standing on the lighthouse, holding on to the guardrail and looking into the distance.
He held a ring in his hand.
The cold sea breeze blew by, gently rubbing his face.
The little boy clutched the ring in his hand tightly and stared into the distance.
After an unknown amount of time, a ray of light finally broke through the thick clouds. It seems to be floating at the junction of water and sky.
The little boy suddenly cried.
The ring in his hand gave off a faint black light.
Wang Nan×Yin Ke
Artificial flowers are beautiful and never fade.
Poor little boy, don't cry. It's okay to feel pain when you have love in your heart.