Then what.
The little girl in a plain shirt was sitting on the alder tree, her red eyes reflecting the lush leaves. Smiling like a flower blooming on the other side, he looked at his father.
The man in blue smiled like the shadow of clouds in the sky, his broad sleeves were raised, and on the handle of his hidden sword, the words "The Other Shore" glowed faintly.
Xin Lin looked at his two-year-old daughter and just smiled, letting the flowers on the other bank beside him bloom like blood.
A soft chant came from the hidden sword, and Xin Lin stroked the seal text on the hilt and whispered softly.
Xuan'er, did you see it? The other shore flower bloomed again.
We are still together.
Even if there is no limit to the other shore, it is so close to the end of the world.
The flowers on the other side are blooming like blood, and I can see that lonely and bright smile is still blooming.
We must be together, no matter where we are in the world.
Looking back at the boundless shore.
That smile is so beautiful, so close.
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