Perhaps,
on the day the nineteen-year-old young man walked into the church in Dao Ya City, Li Mingyue began to be curious about him.
Even though it was merely a symbol of the Savior, a destined fate, a calculated conclusion. Yet he fell into that similar ideal.
He began to believe in this beauty.
——It undoubtedly belonged to humanity, belonging to the determination to stubbornly step into this long river of time.
The three children with the surname Su——Su Shaoqing, Su Wensheng, Su Ming'an. It made him realize that humans are not merely living, they can possess ideals that evoke emotions, like a kind of lively innocence.
It turns out that such happiness is truly incomparable to anything else.
Unique.
"Click".
The bones lightly sounded.
The snow into which people's lives transformed, melted into countless points of light, converging on Su Ming'an's sword.
——That was the blessing from the deceased to the new life, an unwavering ascending tone.
