He spent three thousand years in his memories, and just when he was engraving all the memories into his bones, he discovered that Tianzhu was unknowingly bustling. He seemed to have grown from one to seven or eight. He was quarreling and laughing with them, and life seemed no longer so painful...
Three thousand years have passed, and there are fewer and fewer voices responding to him.
One... Two...
In the end, he was the only one left...
Intention: Good deeds and evil deeds will be rewarded