lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The wooden statue of a deity in the Taoist temple was long gone, likely burned by beggars for fuel. But beneath the altar lay a child beggar, barely alive, motionless, perhaps counting down the days until his death - this was the reason the beggar had hesitated before.,But his voice still rings out, clear and unwavering.,Crimson flames bloomed freely in this tiny world, dazzlingly brilliant for a moment, gathering splendor within a single space.。