In this world where elements are conserved, our existence seems to be conserved as well.
We are in reincarnation, but I don't think it is a reincarnation.
We are all just ourselves, nothing more.
"You can definitely leave here." He looked at her with eyes full of sadness and guilt that she didn't understand.
"I'm here to save you." The boy said with a smile.
But Duan Ni found that she was losing the ability to move little by little, and a layer of ice covered her body.
That familiar face has never looked so unfamiliar.
Is the truth hidden in mother's notes the true source of everything?
What kind of picture is there under the curtain that is stumblingly opened?
Intention: Continuous self-improvement