The story originates from an absurd dream.
The god who had been on the altar for a long time suddenly disappeared.
According to legend, he was cold and aloof, and his dark red eyes were cold and deep, as calm as a dry well.
Later, those gentle eyes carried a hint of imperceptible love, and the lips were slightly raised, making people indulge in it.
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I took him to the vast world like a spring platform, and I took him to the old places in my world to visit the mountains and rivers.
I thought that was a lifetime...
When the lamp was in ruins, I took him to the West Tower Museum...
Intention: Continue to write my dream