Amidst the thick clouds, it had been a long time since he could see a person's eyes clearly. There was a glint in his eyes, and his eyes were blood red, as if he had seen through that person's thousands of years of life.
The last time he looked at these eyes for the last time, there was nothing he could do. Now he has become an immortal, and all this is to find those eyes back.
"I'm looking for someone." Shi Yu said clearly about the purpose of his trip.
"What a coincidence," the other party said with a smile, holding a teacup, "I'm waiting for someone."
That green mountain is the way back.
Stream of consciousness, short essay. No plot
Intention: Cherish
