"Su Ming'an" closed his eyes and fell forward, his body gradually becoming a cold shell.
Bi stood alone in the blood-soaked land of suffering, her black hair whipped up by the scorching wind. Silence surrounded her ears, and no life could be seen before her eyes. At this moment, she suddenly understood what loneliness was.
"The feeling that cannot be absent..."
She murmured, looking up at the sun, which seemed to flow with fresh blood.
...
"Whoosh—"
Su Ming'an opened his eyes, still faced with endless snow and wind. This familiar scene had now been seen by him for the sixteenth time.
Extreme pain clenched his heart, and soreness spread like ink dropping into mineral water, penetrating every cell. His spirit was almost torn apart, on one side a deity's gentle voice echoed, on the other was his own rapid breathing.
He subconsciously reached for his eyes, wanting to confirm if they were blood-red. Soon his rationality arrived, and he lowered his hand.
