Tears welled up in her palms, the little girl was still so prone to crying.,The clouds are azure and seem to bring rain. The water is placid and gives rise to mist.,It's not that I deliberately forget my past life and abandon humanity. I spent twenty years struggling to survive in the brutal wilderness, fighting against enemies tooth and nail. Where would I find the time or the mood for melancholy The beauty you see is just a facade; the real forest is harsh and unforgiving.。