Give You Half of God's Ashes

Over the years, Shen Huai'an's ears still often echo with the girl's silver bell-like laughter: "Huaihuai, they say I am a god, so I will give you half of the ashes. I wish you immortality and may you be the best in the world." "Okay, then I'll give you half of mine." The words and sentences at that time were deeply rooted in my bones, and they still linger in my ears and play in my heart on a loop. Unfortunately, it is a long way to go to the rivers and lakes, and I can't see the green mountains when I look back. Qingyan, in fact, what I want is never a person's immortality, nor is it the best in the world. What I really wanted was something I never dared to say before. Later, I wanted to tell you in person, but you were no longer here.