If my death can exchange for your life, then why linger in the vast mortal world?
If my deeds can save the people of Ming Dynasty, the mountains and rivers of my country, then why should I be afraid of the hardships?
There is a city in the ghost world, covered with mountains and green trees, and the sky breaks through the sky in chaos, looking down at all living beings.
Don't write it
Seemingly lively, but actually cheerful and aggressive
Fall in love and change to save the world
Overhead, overhead, overhead (say important things three times
The logic is terrible, just watch it as a waste of time.
Intention: True love is hard to change, time is silent