"You already knew that, right?" I picked up the newborn child and stared blankly at Sister Hong, who was already cold among the reeds. "I'm sorry." He lowered his head like a child, but the scar on his forehead looked like a monster with teeth and claws. I'm sorry these three words have come out of his mouth too many times, and I've long been tired and tired. "So you can never be Mo Xiu, right?" I looked up at him expressionlessly, "Qiu Chuqi."
Intention: growth, reality, redemption