Frost has fallen in the wilderness, the moon and stars are sparse, Wen Yun looks up to the sky, and the vast expanse of blue is overwhelming, as if he has just remembered that flowers are blooming again in another year.
The boy who wanted to die and was buried in the coffin under the tree by her the day before yesterday no longer struggled and cursed the demon, but Wen Yun didn't know if he had achieved his wish.
So after a while, I decided to ask again...
Intention: Matters of life and death are nothing more than human ethics