Lan Suinian

When the white light engulfs the memory, only blue is the coordinates engraved on the bones. When the plastic gold dragon pattern necklace on Lan Ying's chest became hot for the third time, he was putting the knife on Mo Jin's neck - the thirteenth restart, the blood of his companions dyed his clothes red, and he was holding the blue-light bear rubber, and suddenly remembered a forgotten afternoon: Mo Jin stuffed the same rubber into his pocket and said, "Seeing it feels like I am by your side." Restart, killing, betrayal, the gears of the cycle never stop turning. It wasn't until blue-black liquid oozed from Mo Jin's palm and Su Yu's diary was covered with blue ink that they realized: the so-called fate was just a draft written on the fourth wall, and the two erasers that had been worn to white had long since sprouted in the cracks. "The zeroth restart, we didn't fight." - The last scratches of the rubber hide the code to break the reincarnation.