From ancient times to the present, fame and wealth, selfishness, right and wrong, black and white have always been the brute force that binds us. It's like a veil, hazily passing by your face, telling you that it's time to leave. It seemed gentle, but it left you covered with scars and bloody flesh.
Everyone in the world is fighting and killing because an ancient biography can return to the "Heavenly Names" at a certain time. They believe that as long as they crack this book, they can go back to the past. Whether it is changing the past or healing regrets, anything is possible. If there are people who want to keep the Heavenly Directory, then there must be people who want to destroy it.
Shen Tingfeng, I don't know how many times I have read these three words in my heart. He has always been decisive, no matter his attitude, mission, or her... The mission appeared with her at the same time, and it was really placed in front of him. He didn't know what kind of mirror it was.
That day, I watched his brows seem to wrinkle and unfurl for a moment, then he hugged me and didn't say a word when he left.
Later, the vermilion blood stains that seemed to slide down the corners of my shoulders came into view. I stayed in place motionless and turned my head away. I thought I might understand. It was like two different voices kept appearing in his heart, tearing each other apart repeatedly, and it was a heartbreaking feeling. If he, Shen Tingfeng, was determined, it wouldn't be so painful and he would have to say goodbye with a hug.
It was very windy that day, and his blood dried quickly, but no matter how strong the wind was, it seemed that it couldn't dry my eyes.
Purpose: ancient drama
