When he was five years old, his family was broken up, and he was moved around, experiencing all the vicissitudes of life.
Until I was seven years old, I met the lonely and handsome immortal in white. He stood in the sky and stretched out his hand. His voice was hoarse and cold: Are you willing to follow me?
He looked at the man in shock, then stretched out his hand. Hands clasped together, this person became his for the rest of his life.
Intention: You are my stars in the sky.