The eternal moon is always above the canopy.

At first, he couldn't tell which one was Beidou and which one was Qiming. I always feel that those dazzling, flickering, and unreachable are all shining.

Born in a nowhere else, Otoki was raised by the clan's witch doctors. At that time, the witch doctor was still a god-like existence, the lifeblood of the entire race.

When he first recognized the herbs and herbs, he always felt that the herbs were all bitter, as if everything in the world that could be tasted was bland and indifferent to him.

Until, God brought him the sweetest piece of candy.

Picking up that little fox was an accident, an accident that he was willing to think about a thousand times for the rest of his life.

She was so small, so delicate, her silver hair and her own hair were like snow-white silk when they were spread together under the stars, and when her golden eyes looked at him, they were forever bent like two little crescents, shining.

He held her carefully, put her on the tip of his heart, and took care of both food and clothing himself. This kind of fun is many times happier than staying in the pharmacy all year round.

He knew that she had no talent, but when he saw her stunned in place and lowered her head after making trouble, he was reluctant to give half a stern reprimand, and a thousand words only turned into a sigh.

After years of loneliness, they were washed away, and even the dull days were alive. No matter how little there is in the clan, no matter how silent it is, every time I look at her, my whole heart is filled.

Sometimes he would feel that she was like a little pet he picked up, coaxing her with a good voice, watching her grow up beautifully and happily.

He wished she had grown up earlier, so that he might be able to muster up the courage to kiss her before the years were over.

Such a cute little fox, watching the paper-cuts at the corner of the eaves that are clanging by the wind every day. Every day, I look forward to fulfilling the wish tree.

Just as she likes Master, he only likes her as a person. What does it have to do with those identities?

He would help her find what she wanted. Even though it is difficult to block.

Lose her... It's a nightmare that I don't even dare to do in my sleep, and as long as I have the slightest thought, my heart hurts as if I am being held tightly by something.

However, the nightmare still came.

He carried the medicine basket on his back and walked through thousands of mountains and rivers to find a medicine that could cure her. In the basket full of herbs, there was a lethargic her.

The moon, she liked, and he went to be the moon in the sky.

Before he could come back to his senses, the man had already turned into ashes and scattered in the yellow sand.

What is God? If the gods took her away, then even if it was a god-killing thing, it didn't matter, right?

The poisonous polluted water was injected into the roots of the sacred tree, and the hideous vines wrapped around him struggled with him.

The scarred and blood-drenched young man hooked the corners of his mouth, and his laughter became more and more painful.

The gods are also very fragile, aren't they, as long as they want to kill, they must not live.

Since they have taken away his moon, then he wants to make this world free of moons.

He unleashed thousands of living dead, watched them gnaw the world to pieces, and watched the sun go down little by little. The light is so warm and yellow, but it is still cold on the body. Only the prayer tag on his chest still retains his warmth.

She wrote on it that she wanted to be with him forever.

Maybe it doesn't take all the gods to make it happen, and he will always be with her if she wants to.

When did you start discovering that this world is nothing more than a virtual giant cage? He couldn't remember anymore.

All people, all objects are fake, including his twisted love, twisted heart.

How ridiculous. The so-called gods, feelings, and clans are nothing more than fictions set up by others, and perhaps, they themselves are just living in an inconsequential book. When the plot ends, the curtain falls......

If the world collapses, everything will go back to square one and start again. This is the conclusion that Otoki has come to after many attempts.

He is full of anticipation to promote this ending again and again, just to meet her again.

But, neither, neither.

None of the children were as lovely as she was, and they looked at him with childish purposefulness in their eyes. He thought, maybe he would be a strategic mission target in the eyes of those people?

Look at those people crying and begging for some "system", and then die a miserable death in the house with those alienated monsters.

Otoki's heart has never been so indifferent.

Wait, wait, wait, even if the world is broken one after another, she will always come back, in the sunset, open her hands and throw herself into his arms.

Even if he has been so lonely and morbid for thousands of years, he has begun to lose sight of his original intentions. But he would still read another page under the starry sky, holding the story book that had been rubbed until it was wrinkled and yellowed.

If only he could watch her grow up, he would not allow those boys to get close to her, he would definitely hide her well and raise her for the rest of his life.

The kiss that fell softly on her forehead will also fall on her lips.

In a trance, Yin Xi has forgotten what her feelings were on the day she saw her again.

In an instant, the clouds opened and the fog dispersed, and even the gray sky was dispelled by the breeze and turned into clarity.

His fingertips trembled as he held her. It was the treasure he had lost and recovered, the little Ajuan who was holding it on the tip of his heart......

He looked at her as cunning and cute as he did back then, but he could only slowly approach her according to the plot. If it weren't for the so-called plot limitations, I'm afraid that this sick and depressive relationship would have been uncontrollable a long time ago.

She didn't know that he was so skilled at sewing clothes because he had made her thousands of beautiful little dresses.

Unbeknownst to her, he cooked deliciously because he had spent countless years experimenting with her favorite flavors.

She didn't know that every time she pounced and sweetly called him master, the gentleness that the man exuded from the depths of his eyebrows and eyes was more than just the love of master and apprentice.

Even if the tragedy were to happen again, he would not have the slightest power to overthrow it. Wouldn't it be cruel for him to watch her go away again?

As long as... Just do it all over again. It didn't matter how many years he had to wait this time, he wanted to see her.

He wanted to caress her soft hair, he wanted to hold her side by side for the rest of his life, he wanted to hold her on the steps under the eaves and listen to the rustling of the paper cuts at the corner of the eaves, he wanted to wait until the tree was full of "Together Forever......

The cycle of death was finally interrupted, and before he was about to collapse the world again, the trance air became so gentle.

He pushed open the door and saw her sitting under the eaves, looking up at him and smiling sweetly.

Is it a delusion? Or is it a fantasy... Or compensation that can't be sought.

Before he could think clearly, he had already followed his heart and hugged her. Petite and fluffy, like the appearance in memory.

Look at the sunset side by side, watch the sunset, look at the galaxy, and look at the moon that can't be asked.

In the last moments before he felt himself dissipate, he heard her whisper, "That's enough." ”

Master, after so many years, you have worked very hard and are very tired. It's enough, this liking is already satisfied.

It turns out that a virtual character like him who does not exist will also have a moment of death.

He was not afraid of disappearing into heaven and earth, but at that moment his heart became extremely clear.

Go on, little Juan, wherever you are, I will find you and accompany you.

Until, all the world is broken.

It's just you and me.