No one knows where they come from. They only know that their emergence represents the misfortune of all things. So, the war began. At that time, people did not know what to call them, so "Mei" became synonymous with them.
Mei left, leaving only countless corpses and countless scars. Some people celebrated the joy of victory, and some lamented Mei's tragedy, but Mei's existence can no longer be found in the world, and neither joy nor sentimentality is qualified.
"Brother, is it true?"
"Who knows?" Luo Baiyu closed the book, "Go to sleep."
The younger sister nodded lightly and fell asleep contentedly. Luo Baiyu looked at the figure next to him and asked, "Is it true?"
"What is passed down from the outside world is mixed between true and false. Do you care about it?"
"No, but my sister wants to know."
"Then it has nothing to do with me." The black shadow gradually faded away.
Luo Baiyu looked at the place where he disappeared, touched his sister's sleeping face, got up and left.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day