"He An, I've been waiting for so long, why don't you wake up and give me a surprise, so that I can be happy..." Luo Jian gently stroked the cold and biting ice coffin in front of him. Under the ice coffin was an extremely delicate face, one part innocent, one part beautiful, more beautiful than a woman, and looked particularly holy against the backdrop of the ice.
Luo Jian always had an illusion. In fact, He An did not exist. All the past events were just a dream he had. When he woke up from the dream, He An was gone, but He An slept here quietly, telling him that the dream was true.
"He An, it is said that death is like a lamp going out, but forgetting is the real disappearance. Now I am the only one in the world who remembers you, and you finally have a place to go. This is your honor. If you have any conscience, come back quickly. I can't remember you recently... I advise you to come back before I completely forget you." Luo Jian wanted to wake up, but couldn't give up. Even though he knew that He An was gone.
The past is like smoke, leaving only endless thoughts, which linger in the hearts of those left behind, lingering for a long time and unable to let go.
Endinghe
Purpose: Mutual salvation