Time, for life, is like a burning flame. It shines and heats at its brightest moment, dispersing the darkness for everything around it.
And when it burned out, the remaining dust was blown away by the wind and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a little lingering lingering in place, allowing people to recall and never forget it.
Here will be the growth history of a young man.
But I hope it becomes a picture of all living beings.
But, I wonder if you can find your own shadow in it.
Due to personal reasons, I now plan to sign a contract with Qidian, so if there is no accident here, I will not update it again. Readers, please move on. It would be better if you can vote for the book there. Because Qidian is behind ZZ, the new book is called "Ashes of Time". Here, the author thanks everyone for your support.
Intention: All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes