"One step, two steps, three steps, four..."
Lifting his feet, he walked on the endless ladder one step at a time. Rolling thunder from the sky would fall on Him from time to time.
"Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two... Eighty-nine, ninety, ninety-one... Ninety-nine, one hundred..."
Finally He stopped and could no longer walk.
The biting cold wind flew by, and the necklace around Ye Xi's neck suddenly broke and rolled down the ladder to the ground.
"Use my blood as a curse, life after life, if you don't get love, you will be destroyed if you get it."
His extremely calm tone, his half-smile when not angry, and his usual low-brow smile at others, just like that, extremely calm.
Under the mask on Ye Xi's face, drops of bright red blood were dripping.
Intention: We must have a clear mind in the face of love