Brother, Long Time No See

Cold wind blew from the north, carrying coldness to all living beings, covering the world with frost.

Winter had arrived.

Perhaps after winter, countless frozen corpses and bones would appear in the mortal world of the Yinghuang Province.

Life was as fragile as it was worthless.

Perhaps one day in the future, all living beings in this world would gradually wither and be buried, becoming dust.

This dust might only exist in the memories of the wind.

The cold wind that blew over at this moment carried the breath of death and drifted to the edge of the forest.

The fallen leaves of the trees swirled and fell with the wind. In the end, they were dry and wet. They found their own grave and buried it with the mud, making the soil harder and harder. //

Because it was night, the cold was even stronger.

The tree was swaying in the wind because it felt the changes in the seasons.