Luo Suzi stared blankly at the young man in front of him. He stood against the light, and his body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light.
She seemed to have returned to a long time ago when the boy stood in the firelight and could vaguely hear the sweet singing of birds. If this was not the last cry before death, she would definitely think it was the most beautiful sound in the world.
Intention: because of fantasy