This is the daily life of the Ji family. They guard the mess left behind after the death of God, using themselves as patches to plug the cracks that can never be filled. The cracks cannot be mended, but people have to live - live to be qualified to be remembered.
In this world, cultivating immortality is not about immortality, but about cutting yourself off. The mirror steps fold seven times, and the folds are irreversible: after the first fold, the expression freezes, the second fold leaves only a point of sense, the third fold the body begins to distort, the fourth fold the emotions are filtered, and the fifth fold begins to devour the self. When a person reaches the end of his life, even his own name will fade from the genealogy.
Ji Yi walked in the front, his left arm turned into stone. He used his mirrored hand to block the lives of his descendants for three moments, at the cost of his own lifespan becoming "unknown".
Ah Qi had the last piece of candy under her tongue and didn't dare to bite it. Zhuanzhu lay on the ground to make a grave for the non-existent child. The old pawn used an abacus made with his teeth to calculate how long everyone could live.
They are not heroes. They are consumables sentenced to death by the world, and they are the only ones who refuse to let go.
But what if guarding itself is a mistake?
If this world should never have been repaired from the beginning - then what they are desperately trying to retain is civilization, or is it a long, body-warming blasphemy?
The mirror steps will shatter, the shadows will scatter, and the cracks will never be filled.
But as long as there is one person who asks you "does it hurt" in the dark -
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