After experiencing too many killings, his hands were already stained with blood.
It's not strange to be haunted by some evil spirit.
But Lan Long has only one nightmare...
——On the frozen cliff, the young man's silver eyes stared at the other side of the rolling sea. It seemed that there was an invisible bridge connecting this inaccessible ice cliff.
The silver-eyed boy supported his body in the cold wind and approached the cliff step by step...
He is heading towards death!
The heart-wrenching pain lingered around Lan Long. Even in his dream, he could clearly feel the pain. He watched helplessly as he fell on the snow, the pure snow dyed red, but he could do nothing.
It seems that the scene when they first met is reappearing at this moment.
His smile in the snow warmed his cold heart.
The golden thread in the palm of your hand is a lifetime of commitment and waiting.