Liao Zhi had been waiting on the edge of the dry cliff for three days and three nights.
Everyone who comes to Kuya is just waiting to die.
He looked at the coffin beside him. Inside the coffin was Xuan Ling's body. The woman's face was serene, with a beautiful face.
"You'll have a good sleep," Liao Zhi said to himself, but then fell silent again. Talking too much will lead to misunderstandings and will not lead to a quick death.
If Xuanling hadn't been pinned down in the main hall by his father and had his hair shaved off,
If I hadn't been waiting under the North Zen Corridor
If I hadn't taken Xuanling with me, I would have gone to Mount Sumeru
Will everything be different?
"If it happens again, there's nothing wrong with you."
Intention: I have realized that the universe is vast, and I especially pity the green grass and trees.