He would have realised the extent of devotion ml had for him and called himself blind for believing he might ever grow cold one day. His level of yearning is akin to his ancestral divine blood, an ever-burning sun that made a dead tree blossom in the heart of a frigid snowy mountain.
He would have realised the extent of devotion ml had for him and called himself blind for believing he might ever grow cold one day. His level of yearning is akin to his ancestral divine blood, an ever-burning sun that made a dead tree blossom in the heart of a frigid snowy mountain.