There is no doubt that it is a good-looking face. Under the straight bridge of the nose are thin lips that are just right, and the slightly furrowed brows show alienation. The tear mole under the corner of the eye adds a bit of coquettishness under the flickering firelight. Seeing me open my eyes, he raised his eyebrows lightly, leaned close to me and asked slowly, "Guixin?" It was as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse, and there was obviously a smile on his lips, but his eyes reflecting the firelight were like the winter springs, cold to the bone. At the last moment when her consciousness disappeared, what came to her mind was his frivolous and aloof question under the bright moonlight that night. "Tell me, who do you want to accompany me?" If you think about it carefully, it has been more than five hundred years since the war between gods and demons ended. For more than five hundred years, the souls who died in vain have gone through life and death countless times, but for the gods whose immortal life spans are endless, it is only a blink of an eye. However, just these few hundred years have actually made her a little tired. She closed her eyes and stopped thinking, letting the darkness engulf her. When she was exhausted, she suddenly remembered the answer she had not been able to say at that time. "I don't ask for a long life in this life, I just want your heart to be like mine."
Intention: to create a sweet novel composed of various short stories with three correct views.