Due to an accident, Huang Ling wandered into an unknown place in an unknown space.
There are the most familiar strangers there.
Different cultures and different ideas have found the most important things in each other's friction and collision.
"Why can't history be changed?"
"What we protect is never just history, but the most authentic people who lived at that moment."
"We are just ghosts. Even if I disappear, there will still be another me who will come to you."
"But that's no longer the you standing in front of me now."
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I want to write a story about Ryuhonmaru that has both daily life and battles.
There is cp: Sanriyue × Huangling
Private devices are like mountains, swords are swords, ooc is me
I hope the little angels watching will like it
Purpose: This is a story of mutual healing.