Survival, for what?
In order to prove one's existence, so wanton glory?
In order to defy heaven and fate, sing a song as tragic as Xingtian's?
Or just for a gentle smile from your lover?
Taibai stood on the top of Kunlun and thought like this.
Myths were blowing around him, blowing his long raven hair and fingertips through the shadows at the edge of the night, until all the stars fell silent.