For seven thousand years, the world has been turned upside down, and the human world has become another one.
She seemed to have plenty of time, and at this critical moment, she could still come over and hold Song Sheng's hand, stretching out her slender and cold fingers to write on his palm.
It was freezing in the ice and snow, but every stroke Qi Yue wrote on his palm was hot.
It wasn't until Qi Yue walked away that Song Sheng came back to his senses and stared down at his empty palm.
"What a pity," he muttered.
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Intention: subjective fighting spirit