The brilliant night sky,
He opened his lonely eyes.
A cold purple sea,
There is no reflection of the stars.
A form that has lost its meaning,
Hidden in the darkness of eternal night,
The free soul wanders between heaven and earth.
It was the night wind at first, but the wind is no longer the same.
The frail and slender back,
Leaving behind endless desolation.
Gray and black slender fingers,
It's Shura's sword,
Life for death.
He is the envoy of Qi,
He is the superfluous god of death,
He is a smiling tragedy,
His soul struggling desperately in the dark night.
Xiaofeng means the wind at dusk.
People think that my existence is a tragedy——
"You are an unnecessary death! It would be better if you died..." My father said to me.
I squatted in the corner, buried deep in my clothes, maybe crying.
After all these years, what am I? Even I can no longer give an answer.
I was once very sure that I was the happiest person and the happiest soul in the world. My name is Lin Chu.
However, it has only been a short period of more than ten years, but I can no longer firmly nod to this.
I grew to love the darkness.
Yes, when darkness falls and disappears into it, all forms lose their meaning.
I... How much I long for this... To disappear like this, so that I never exist.
As long as I disappear, the corpses I step on will come back to life, right?
I want to live so that one day I can disappear forever.
Don't be gentle to me, because I can't repay you.
I am Xiaofeng, so rest in peace, Lin Chu.
The article starts from the past life, and then writes a long growth history after rebirth.
As for whether I can continue writing, there is absolutely no guarantee.
Limited to the classification of Jinjiang, I chose Danmei, but Feng and Qing are just normal friends.
This is a novel without love.
Enter with caution.