Thousands of years ago, he was lying in a pool of blood, looking at the back of the man who refused to turn around, and his heart slowly turned cold.
Thousands of years later, he came back with a sword. The sword's light was clear and bright, and the cold and handsome appearance was still the one he longed for day and night.
"As long as I look at you, even if I am in a world of ice and snow, my heart will still be full of lush vegetation."
(Don't worry, it's really not bad, it's just that the speed is a bit fast, please fasten your seat belt!)
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