Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

There seems to be a thin layer of mist in my mind, and the clouds are like a distant sea of ​​clouds. Water and clouds coexist. This is the Heavenly Swallowing Sea.

A boy with a rosy face and delicate eyebrows squatted beside the corner of a woman's clothes, lying flat on his back and playing with her scattered black hair with his chubby little hands.

Ripples appeared on the water surface, sparkling.

The boy raised his eyes and looked timidly. There were myriad lights and shadows in his eyes. The woman, who was not tainted by the world, was sitting quietly on a piece of crystal clear jade.

Large patches of dark-colored lotus flowers bloomed around, restrained and unobtrusive. They bloomed quickly and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The whole air is filled with a faint fragrance, which is very comfortable.

Her long skirt fluttered slightly, and the dark patterns on it emitted a charming luster.

The boy pinched the corner of her clothes and followed her gaze into the distance. There was a mountain, majestic, high and huge, like an insurmountable chasm.

Finally one day, he couldn't help asking her, his voice was still soft as he was young.

"Sir, what's on the other side of the mountain?"

Why do you watch it so often?

The black veil covering the woman fluttered, her hair tumbling. She simply extended her slender fingers to the top of his head, rubbing it slightly.

"..."

Her voice was like the tipsy sound of the early morning. The boy didn't hear it clearly, or didn't remember it. He just blinked his watery eyes and hugged the corner of her clothes tightly, not letting go.

Later, they played a little game, and the woman leaned over with a faint smile on her face.

"Let's play hide and seek. I'll hide and you come find me."

The boy grabbed the corner of her clothes a little nervously, but finally compromised and let go of the corner of her clothes that had been wrinkled.

When he finished counting, the woman had already disappeared. He searched all over the Tunyun Sea but never saw her again, as if it was all a dream.

Mortals once said that Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly.

He didn't know whether she appeared in his dream or he entered her dream.

Everything seems like a dream.

As always, the boy stood confused on the stairs of Tianque. When he took a step to walk out, someone suddenly called him from behind.

"Where are you going, young master?"

He hadn't found anyone yet, and his tone was a little depressed, but he still forced a smile and replied as usual, "Go find Swallowing Cloud Sea and play with Sister Shangxian."

The man touched the back of his head in confusion, thinking it was just a child's joke, and smiled woodenly.

"Young Master, you're joking. There are only immortals in heaven, so where do the supreme immortals come from?"

The boy was struck by lightning, his entire body in a trance. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his voice trembling as he spoke incredulously, "It's right at the Swallowing Cloud Sea... the southernmost part of the heavens."

He had seen her many times.

He would occasionally secretly bring some food to see her and tell her about his troubles, even though she was always there, warmer than the rising sun.

The boy's heart felt like it was being strangled, and he could hardly breathe. He ran out like mad. The immortal behind him tried his best to stop him, but could not touch even a corner of his clothes.

Finally, he arrived at the southernmost part of the heaven, panting. It was bare and there was nothing there.

There are no soft clouds, no clear water, no jade, and...

That gentle immortal.

He didn't believe that she disappeared. She clearly existed and they had seen her just two days ago.

The boy squatted on the ground, trembling all over, with his distraught eyes half open, muttering to himself.

"Shangxian, where have you been hiding?"

"I don't want to play hide-and-seek anymore. Can you please come out?"

He tightly grasped the teardrop-shaped pendant hanging around his neck. He returned to his residence in a trance, rushed into the main hall, and cried out to the emperor about his pain.

"Father, the Immortal Sister is missing, what should I do?"

The emperor on the high table also showed the same doubt and angrily scolded the child who broke in.

"Silly child, what are you talking about? When has there ever been an immortal in heaven? Didn't you finish your homework today? What's the point of running around all day?"

"How can I take on the responsibility of being an emperor in the future?"

The boy had already sobbed and sobbed, his voice incoherent. He took out the amber pendant and cried desperately, "This is what the Fairy Sister gave me. She is in the Heavenly Swallowing Sea!"

When the shaking pendant stopped, the amber stone became smooth and bright. The emperor fell silent and waved his sleeves stiffly.

The boy was sent back to his residence and locked up in a dark yet gorgeous room. There was silence all around him. No one talked to him and no one came to visit him. He was like an expelled prisoner.

The sharp squeaking sound continued.

The small nails scraped against the door, making a harsh sound and leaving scratches on the door panel.

The boy choked with sobs. His tears had long since dried up, and his eyes were red and swollen. He still used his remaining strength to desperately scratch the door, "Let me out, I want to go find her..."

He was answered by silence.

"I didn't lie, let me out..."

He leaned against the door in frustration, his head buried in his knees, as if all his strength had been drained out, his eyes empty and weak under his arms.

The room was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

Finally one day, the door was opened. The boy was a little uncomfortable with the long-lost light. His eyes were closed tightly and the blood on his hands had long dried up. After a long while, he slowly raised his head and opened his eyes.

Her beautiful eyes were dull and lifeless.

"I was wrong……"

He changed his words amid the expectations of the other immortals, his desperate and cracked lips trembling slightly.

"There are no immortals in heaven."

"There is no swallowing of the sea of ​​clouds either."

He gritted his teeth tightly, and with every word he spoke, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. It seemed as if all the bones in his body were crushed. The sunlight slanted into the room, shining on his gray face, making him look like a walking corpse.

I was in a daze and had no idea how far I had come.