This kind of lightning-struck wood, even after a hundred years, doesn't decay, but it loses its vitality. Amid this lush green forest, it stands out, conspicuous and eye-catching.
She is human, it is a tree, and there seems to be no inevitable connection.
However, in these years of renewal, this lightning-struck wood witnessed the death and rebirth of her two lifetimes.
Gu Qiaoqiao slowly reached out her hand and then placed it on the tree trunk.
The tree trunk, devoid of vitality, had an indescribable dryness.
The moment Gu Qiaoqiao's hand touched it, it felt somewhat uncomfortable.
The ancient tree, struck by lightning, at the moment it lost its vitality, actually carried a trace of fear of nature, and a little bit of unwillingness.
Then, due to the lightning-struck wood's ability to ward off evil, the tree trunk was entirely taken away, making the sense of desolation particularly severe.
This gave Gu Qiaoqiao's hand a slightly stagnant feeling on top.
