"If what you do is meaningless and you will eventually lose yourself in countless reincarnations and become inhumane, will you still stick to that stupid decision?"
His answer countless times was yes.
Huan opened his slurred mouth, spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, struggled, his bloody and jointed hands supported his body and crawled forward bit by bit, holding Qi's ankles tremblingly.
"... Time restarts."
Purpose: To provide some comfort to patients with depression