The mottled clock is intertwined with rusty vines, giving off a fine silver light.
The crack seemed to be torn open by invisible hands, revealing the stars flowing on the other side.
For the eighth time, he watched her fall into the middle of the river with his own eyes, her dress blooming like withered iris.
The attachment that could not be expressed, and the ending that was too late to be rewritten, all turned into boiling lava in the chest.
He put down his camera and stepped into the crack.
Please give me the courage to cross life and death, follow the guidance of the God of Death to a new world, and cross the sea of humanity.
Mangming, I will protect you with my ordinary body and endless soul.
I have learned that death is inevitable.
So this time, I won't save you again.
I just want to give you a hug when I see you for the last time.
Until the end of time, everything will return to zero.
The intention is to trace the route and follow it, but the road is long and blocked. Traveling back from it, Wan is in the middle of the water.