I'm going to change the text, dear guys, lock it first.
(Divided into two volumes: past life/present life)
I could see the surging love in their eyes, but I also clearly knew that what they were looking at was not me, but I still let myself sink into the beautiful dream they weaved.
PS: Originally I just wanted to write about the entanglements in the past and present life, but recently I am obsessed with the Classic of Mountains and Seas and am planning to change the outline. Set off towards the Classic of Mountains and Seas!
Purpose: "Life is full of seas, mountains and rivers, nothing more than me."