That might have been a dream.
Meng Xun thought about this countless times. In his last days, it was not just his heart that was soaked in blood.
A dream that lasted for thousands of years, and then, there was a chasm that even three lives and stones could not cross.
"If you want to do it, then go ahead with confidence. I will always be waiting for you behind you."
The person who lamented sadly, but saw that the bones of the body were cold, and when the cold temperature was close to the heart, he suddenly realized, had he made the wrong move from the beginning?
"Don't worry, if you get there, I will remind you."
The tea flowers have faded, and on the other side, the residual red is flying, the terrace to look at the hometown is broken, the blood and tears are gone, and only the red spot on the chest can be seen. It can be seen that that person's heart has never been warm?
"This... Is really a wasted trip..."
When the tears melted into the sea, everything seemed clear. The man who had been ignorant for a thousand years finally remembered what these hands had destroyed.
Those blood-stained hands may have brushed more than just a monument back then.
When the mortal world is gone and no one can stand proudly anymore, who knows that there has ever been such an infatuated person in the world?