The Embers Are Not yet Cold

On the road to the underworld, flowers bloom on the other side. Xie Feng squatted on the roadside and crushed a crying flower. "False," he said. Gu Nian grabbed his hand and said with a trembling voice, "Xie Feng, look at me. I'm here." ——This is the only thing he can hear clearly in his chaos. They broke into the erased history and searched for missing relatives and concealed names in countless strange copies. Each copy whispers the same truth: this world once fell into eternal night due to the "disgust" of a certain existence. But Xie Feng didn't believe it. In his eyes, everything will eventually return to silence - only care is the coordinate that refuses to go out in that silence. She could pry into the pain that Guigui had buried deeply for him; He is willing to bear all the madness in the world for her. Until they discovered that all clues were pointing to two predetermined endings: It may become a fire that burns the world, or it may become a monument that captures the light. But they said—— "My path is with you." "I'm here." So, they held hands and walked into a place that has not been recorded in any script... The third way.