The snow stopped, the sun rose, and the snow shook even more brightly, as did the man on the altar.

Memories and reality overlap, but the mood is very different.

Gerry stood on the altar holding the holy fire, echoing the oath, the ancient ritual, after the years of the rings, still sacred.

According to Su Qing's memory, it was staged in turn.

In the evening, a singing and dancing festival celebrates the new king.

Su Qing stayed away from the banquet and walked alone to the meadow where he had last met Gerry. The wind may be the same wind, and the touch is still familiar when the hand strokes the rhythmic blades of grass. Turning his head, the bonfire was fluorescent, and the ultimate pleasure reflected the disaster not far away, and everything was painful.

Just like years ago, light and shadow ......

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