On the god's chessboard, the silver-gray chess pieces split in half.
Duan Yu was counting the growth rings in the medicine at the base, his spirit stopped at the most sober age, and the star mark on his palm was forever missing a corner - it was the trace of Duan Heng being taken away when he was fifteen years old.
Duan Heng was licking his wounds in the ruins, his fists were colder than the apocalypse, but he always thought of the temperature in the cultivation cabin under the stars.
They are symbionts, experiments, and variables in the eyes of the gods. The genetic countdown to the age of 28 is ticking. When the stability is completely broken when they embrace each other, the silver-gray aurora in the radiation area tears the sky, and the star patterns finally merge into one in the light.
"It's burning."
"Then illuminate all the ruins."
From now on, there is an additional line of wrinkles in the records of the gods: Love is never an accident, it is the hottest reply written by the chess piece to the chessboard.
Purpose: To find self-worth and the meaning of existence in "defined destiny"