Everything is like a dream, like reality, like falsehood. Will that proud man of heaven bow his head and caress his loyal disciples? Aren't your hands afraid of getting dirty? "Well, I've already walked towards you, do you still think I'm far away?" A low and hoarse voice burst into my ears, followed by waves of weightlessness. Yu Shao's vision went dark and he fainted again. It would have been nice if she had never been close to him before... It's a pity that there is no if...
Concept: The deep love of youth is just a mirror image.