The Solitary Flame Burned My Rusty Bones, and the Remaining Embers Proved the Truth and Shocked the World.

Destinies are intertwined, and young people are like iron. If the rust and dust are not washed away, how can we attain enlightenment? They are "sick seedlings" marked by fate, "rusty iron" condemned by the world, and "wild children" abandoned by time. No one knows: The wound that locked his soul was an ancient mark that even strong men in previous lives feared; The layer of rust that envelops talent is the rare edge waiting for nirvana; The paradise where he was imprisoned was the last place of enlightenment before the storm came. When the wind of fate roars again, trying to kill all the exceptions, The world will eventually witness—— The three fluttering but entangled flames will eventually meet again. Welcome everyone to support