Chalcedony

The careful waiting in the past life cannot be exchanged for the ordinary and indifferent staying together in this life. Once a teacher, always a father? But I have never regarded you as my father, but I have never dared to taint the identity of my master. Neither love nor hate can compare to the picturesque beauty of your features. Harmony and separation are all in your hands. I am reluctant to leave you, and I dare not ask for the extravagance of staying with you. There is a legend circulating in the ghost world. According to the legend, there is a ghost king who is amazingly talented and beautiful. The man has a slender figure, wearing a jade-white robe, which is slightly messy as he lies on his side. His long black hair is scattered casually, with a few strands scattered on the ground. His feet are jade-white, and his bare hands have clear and strong joints. His thin lips are slightly pursed, his eyes are as deep as the sea and filled with indifferent emotions. A faint blue gem on his forehead emits soft light.