She died in a peaceful sleep without any pain. When she woke up again, she was lying on a cloud, her body as light as a feather. At that time, this man was standing in front of her, frowning in thought. He told her unceremoniously, "You are dead. It was me who saved you so that you could open your eyes again." From the beginning of their acquaintance, he kept repeating the same sentence: I am your savior. It was as if this was her leverage, but she had never longed to live again, not even for the blink of an eye. Later, he told her that he had never seen such a complete and pure soul, as if he had never been in the world and had never touched those burning human fireworks. She is a person who has no emotions or emotions, is as indifferent as water, has no desires and desires, and there is nothing in the world worthy of her attachment. He is a god in the sky and a doctor with mediocre medical skills. Although he is intelligent, he prefers to be quiet and quiet. The two people, who had nothing in common before, met and fell in love with each other by chance. Keeping aloof from the world is their way of life, but the world makes them unable to do so. The memories hidden deep in the nightmare, the woman in red clothes like fire, the ancient god with supreme power, and the king of the demon world who covets the supreme position of the six realms are all inextricably related to them. Throbbing, persevering, escaping, and returning, they finally found their true selves. Maybe love is a hand that wants to touch and then withdraws, but I can't help but want to hold you with all my strength. There are no manuscripts saved, so I will update the articles in the Buddhist tradition to please myself.