Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

fantasy.In this desolate place, in this human ruin abandoned by the world, how precious are these words!Ling He sat down quietly, leaning against that stubborn boundary between reality and illusion, a...ek out Lin Youxie before the edge of the black wall that could be reachedBesides himself, who else would dare to take it seriously and give their all for it>The last time I saw Lin Youxie was in Lushu...