Here, death has only one tense, that is ongoing tense
Not knowing the conditions for death, Jiang Qi could only test it again and again, striving for the possibility of living the moment he had a brush with death. Every world of blood, death, and humanity challenges their bottom line. Perhaps the moment they survive, their wishes no longer matter.
"When I was on the verge of death, I knew that I loved you. Let us write the hymn of love with our blood and sing its beauty with our souls."
"My love, you don't belong here"
Concept: freedom like the wind