There is a saying in the world, "Forgive others, forgive yourself." Li Qingyuan has lived half his life, but he still can't understand it.
The world is noisy to silence.
In a dazzling light, the immortal in a white robe with wide sleeves stands alone in the nine heavens, showing compassion for all things in the world.
The sky breaks.
Yang Jian came against the light, wearing black clothes that rustled in the cold wind above the sky.
The eyebrows and eyes are sparse and tired, and the complexion is light.
The thin and desolate ink-colored figure was slow and firm.
"Second brother, let me take you home."
Purpose: About redemption.