Heaven and earth are black and vast, the night is deep, the bright moon rises high.
The great tomb, like a secret realm, hidden in the deep mountains amidst mist, suddenly appears, resembling a paradise apart from the world, emanating a faint round glow, akin to the path one takes, following that light, one can descend into the muddied red dust.
Rumble…
Silhouettes flicker, sitting cross-legged in a cave, the aura of life and death permeates, strange sounds like thunder resonate in the mountains.
At this moment, Zhang Fan and Rosen turn a deaf ear, the various phenomena before them seem to fade to void, in each other's eyes, only the other remains.
A distance of ten steps, yet it feels like a sky apart, an earth away.
Zhang Fan's gaze slightly sinks, he never thought the distance between people could be so vast.
At this moment, without needing much dialogue, he knew he could never return to the days of the orphanage.
