Wanli Yunluo

"I must save her. This is my responsibility." That year down the mountain, he said so. "I can't save them, it's my responsibility." He said so when he went up the mountain that year. "Yes... I just... Like her." Tao never hesitates to admit his feelings, but he will never say it out loud. However, during the journey, he had a delusion. "They eat your flesh! They eat your blood! Do you still love them!" A hundred years later, tortured by countless nightmares, he still chose to remain silent in the face of that angry question. "Three parts soul, seven parts soul, you will stay here only because of one part of it." If everything is destined to be good, then what's the point of our choices?