Many years later, when Udera sat on the trial stand and was exposed, he would definitely think of that afternoon when he drew a knife on his lover in the dense forest. Mosquitoes are rampant in the warm and humid jungle, the blazing sunshine never stops, and flesh and blood are everywhere on the muddy path. Damn it, everything is terrible. Well, so the dead man Yu Temple can only meet his lover here over and over again.
Lightning Protection: Narcissus first person
Concept: Who am I? Who am I?