"Cheng Jing, this is the thirty-second time I've come to see you, but you still refuse to see me." Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, dancing gracefully on this wild grave. The tomb was covered in bright red. This was the warmest moment after Cheng Jing's death. "Cheng Jing, it's been thirteen years. You haven't come to see me or met me in my dreams. You haven't even left a suicide note with me... Cheng Jing, you've been hiding from me. It's all useless! I don't blame you in the past." The man lowered his eyes and shed three tears of blood. "This is not you. Do you want it? I'll give it to you, that's all! It's okay if you hide from me! There's no point in hiding in the underworld! You're mine! Haha..." A heavy snowstorm surrounded the tomb, and the temperature was also covered by it.
Intention: Where is the old friend? The smoke and water are vast.