Yan Wei clasped her hands together and began to make a wish.
Before closing his eyes, Jiang Shen stood opposite her, holding the small flame for her to prevent it from being blown out, and kept coaxing Yan E: "Don't worry Qiqi, even if your wish is to rule the world, I will help you realize it!" The boy's childish words made Yan E laugh, and she muttered silently in her heart.
"I hope Jiang Shen is healthy and safe"
Opening her eyes, the world was right in front of her.
Idiot, when I was ten to eighteen years old, all my wishes with my hands clasped together were all about you.
It's just that I can no longer accompany you in the future. It's such a pity. Don't forget me.
Intention: Life is as brilliant as summer flowers, death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves