Yuan Yi has almost no memory of the first half of his life, like a newborn child
The only thing accompanying him was the ink-soaked notebook
He figured out the rest of his life by relying on a few scattered words.
Those memories stained with ink will also be borne by someone for him.
Pink Rose outside the window smiled and said so.
The true god who is ruthless and has no desires × the false god who is compassionate to all living beings
Intention: a better world