"The gold that absorbs life."
"A foreign land with upward clouds."
"The pinnacle that countless people want to climb to."
The mixed opinions are exactly what people on the mainland say about this piece of golden land that blocks the sky and the sun.
The Golden Tree of Glory.
The glorious golden tree.
Humanity is trapped in a small world. In the long history, only the golden tree that accompanies heaven and earth breaks through the clouds and becomes the only way for people to reach the sky.
Climb upward, but not everyone can get the recognition of passing through the clouds.
Zhang Jiale fell one step away three times. Suffering always took care of him, causing people to abandon their hometown, the past, and themselves.
For the fourth time, a light arrow flew past, carrying the green air current.
"You told me in a joking tone that everyone was rushing to die, but the fire in your eyes never went out. You were unwilling to give up. You were not afraid of death. Your past was chasing you, and you never really let go."
"... I"
"A brave man is alone. His clothes can be taken off and his hair can be cut, but his eyes, memories, and heartbeats cannot. I won't tell you to die for these things, but as long as you are alive, don't give up on your dreams."
Beside the bonfire, the two people sat opposite each other, their expressions were opposite, but their pupils were ignited with fire.
Zhang Jiale stared at the fire. He had an illusion that this scene seemed to have happened many times.
*Zhang Jiale is an otome, looking westward and imaginary. This article was first published in 2019.
Intention: Never give up, never extinguish
