Death, he couldn't recall when, but he had gradually grown accustomed to it.
When Luo Xi opened his eyes again, he found himself atop a towering cliff with lush green grass. In the distance was a vast plain under the deep night sky, where starlight spread carelessly above the fields.
A girl with cherry blossom-pink hair stood at the edge of the cliff, her back toward him, seemingly attracting the surrounding starlight toward her.
Her dress, made of pink and white silk, fluttered in the wind, and her hair faded from light pink to the purest of pinks, cascading down to her waist.
Memories that could only resurface in this environment began to emerge in his mind.
This was not the first time it had happened.
Who would have thought that the god from behind the "Damn Text", so unserious, turned out to be a cute Little Lolita?
Even he had, to some extent, already gotten his hands on her ice cream.
