It's a cold winter night, and the empty streets look cold. At this moment, only the dim lights still convey a false sense of coldness.
Kong Suicheng raised his head and slowly blew out a puff of steaming mist into the night sky.
He's been having a lot of headaches lately and can't remember many things...
Perhaps I have made an immortal vow with someone before, or I have promised forever with someone.
But now, he doesn't remember any of it.
A tiny white dot slowly fell from the center of the night. Kong Suicheng suddenly came to his senses and realized that it was a snow seed.
He stretched out his hand to try to touch the ice and snow, but as he raised his hand, an almost forgotten memory rang in his ears.
He vaguely remembers someone once saying to him: People are actually like falling snow. Born in the clouds, it spends its entire life falling underground.
There is no stage of death in life. Perhaps for any life, the so-called death is just continuing to survive in another form. Just like snow falling on the ground will turn into water, and then return to the sky.
He remembered that someone once said to him: No matter what form he ends up in, he will always be with him.
Purpose: Find yourself
