Pain was etched in his soul.
Memory is confusing, friends, enemies, battlefields, workshops.
He was trembling uncontrollably, his hands that could no longer create were trembling, and the long sword he had taken off lay on the bedside. He needed real pain to suppress the past in the fantasy world.
The tall, cold body imprisoned him, and he was wrapped like a weak man wearing armor.
"No."
The taciturn armor said so.
Tips:
1. Written after the Yueyue Rebellion.
2. CP Star Core Hunter's Mecha Sam.
3.1V1 and double C, but the bond between friends is equally deep.
4. There are many official stories that are not clearly written. Try to research as much as possible. Official information cannot be found or is not conducive to the development of the emotional line.
Intention: life and death as usual
