"Just when Yang Mai was in a violent storm created by his senses, everything became quiet again. The cold touch in his arms suddenly disappeared, and the rushing blood in front of his eyes turned into silent black.
Suddenly, the black retreated, and Yang Mai could see clearly. It was a pair of bottomless black pupils, embedded in the young man's face like meteorites. The young man in black had a smile on his lips, taking advantage of the gray tide in the distance, feeling warm and lonely. In an instant, the world changed color. "
The persistence of two people is parallel to the world. In the separation of life and death, who is willing to fulfill whose thoughts.
Intention: Life is so short that it can become one's youth, but life is so long that one can never escape one's youth.
