From the moment He stepped into the world of mortals, there was an abyss in front of him, and a dense iron net behind him. There was no future, no past, only the present.
Contaminated with the smoke of fireworks, he fell into the dense cobwebs of the human world. From then on, his black world gradually became more beautiful.
There was not a glance for ten thousand years, nor a look back and a smile. Only a gray chin and a black cloak were engraved in Song Xi's heart. He could not pick it up, let it go, drive it away, or hold it up.
Purpose: To improve yourself and strive for self-improvement while walking on the road