Nian Aiyi is dead. As a top international superstar, his death caused an uproar in the entertainment industry.
While people were rushing to report the cause of his death, a man wearing a white casual suit was sitting in a noisy and chaotic corner, drunk.
'Everyone in the world says that my hands can snatch people away from the God of Death, but you... I couldn't snatch them back after all... What's so good about that person? You're gone, but he's still living happily in this world...' The destitute man muttered to himself for a long time. Finally, maybe he was tired, so he put his hands on the ground and tried to change his position, but then the sound of glass breaking into flesh quickly disappeared in the noisy streets and alleys.
The pain in his hand did not make the man frown at all. He raised his blood-covered hand and gently stroked the ink-colored bead falling on his chest. He moved his eyelids to cover his eyes that were full of confusion and death, "Ha... If these hands can't save you, what's the point of coming? Since I promised to stay with you forever, why not just go with you..."
As he finished speaking, his right hand dripping with blood slowly turned pale and transparent.
Intention: A time travel that implies some kind of opportunity, to bring back the person who has lost his heart.