The washed memories are so close but so far away.
The past life was a trace of brokenness, and this life is a repeat of the same mistakes?
This is a relatively alternative fantasy story, and I wrote it solely out of personal taste and preference.
"Absolutely full of pits!"
"Quality guaranteed!"
But dear, be sure to enter with caution!
PS：
Friendly guest appearance: "The Song of Songs" is full of pansy and Chutian Lingxiao.