The White Moonlight's White Moonlight

After reincarnation, he seems to have become foolish and gentler... #The beginning is ancient and more daily, past and present life, sweet and sour, reversals √, intense drama encounters √, brain holes √

The wind howled—he hugged himself tightly in mid-air. If there were really gods in the world... If there were really gods who could hear his calls... he was willing to pay any price, not to live for himself, just to watch those evildoers die one by one, suffering the torment of hellfire, never to be reincarnated! Even if he had to abandon his soul, cast aside his body, even if he had to endure equivalent suffering, he would... willingly!

Thump—Thump! At the same moment, the boy who was dozing on his desk suddenly opened his eyes. As if sensing something, he turned his head to look into the distance, his gaze filled with a dazed emptiness. In an instant, I stumbled into a somewhat cold embrace. His coat was stained with melted snow, emanating a damp chill. The usual scent of sweet pears mixed with a heavy aroma of alcohol, sweet and somewhat intoxicating.

“The loquat tree in the courtyard, planted by my wife in the year of her death, now stands tall like a canopy…”