In front of the tombstone, a hand caressed the name and photo on the tombstone. The silver bracelet on the wrist made a crisp sound due to the tilt of the arm. The wind blew gently, and the silver bracelet hanging on the tombstone swayed slightly, and the bell hanging on the silver bracelet made a sound. The person in front of the tombstone couldn't help but shed tears. Behind him stood a dead soul. A drop of void-like tears fell from the corner of his eyes. The breeze blew and disappeared. The wind rises and falls, the ringing stops, the soul is gone and no longer exists in the world...
Purpose: Don't make poisonous oaths casually