Fu Luo Shen: One Word for a Thousand Years

There is a crack in Luoshui River. The two ends of the seam are separated by a thousand years. His name is Cao Zhi. He can write at the age of ten. What he is most proud of in his life is a pen. She even forgot her name, all she knew was to stand in the water waiting for someone, waiting for the person who could write her name out. If she could write it out, she could get to the shore; if she couldn't write it out, she would just stay in the water, waiting for the next one. He can write, he will write. But every word he wrote had to be exchanged for blood on his hands; every time her name was called, her body became thinner. One is writing on the shore, and the other is waiting in the water. There is a gap in the middle that no one can cross, and a thousand-year time difference. What he wanted to write was the name that even she could not remember. There are three things in the book that will keep biting you: the half-bone needle in his palm, the marks she carved on the bones, and a collapsing mountain. [Luo Shen Fu·Prequel] [Two Realms and Two Lines] [Slow Heat Padding]