Blooming Memories

The rain in the Gilded City always smells like rust. Lu Fan was sitting in the interrogation room counting blood beads, and the bruises on his wrists were faintly hot. He said he was looking for a wife in a green dress, but when the monster crawled out, he turned around and let the bone blade "Spirit Spine" drink the blood. Some people can bend steel with a move of their fingers, and some people understand the cry for help in the wind. These "powers of heaven" appear like weeds. The scales of the siren shone coldly, the smile of the double agent hid a hook, and even the jade pendant on the chest of the ordinary boy was vibrating to the map of another world. Later, Lu Fan discovered that the memories and identities he firmly believed in were like paper soaked in water, slowly showing flaws. When the neon lights of the Gilded City were torn apart by the monster's roar, he stood at the intersection holding the ghost spine and wanted to ask for the first time: Memory is something that becomes true when more people believe in it. But if you even doubt yourself, where should you go? Come and see this adventure of being tricked by memory.