[Comprehensive mythology] The widow does not want to be reborn

Touched by warm palms, it was the first time someone wiped away tears with fingers, and it was also the first time that I felt the warmth of the host, which really existed.He should have happily circled around the host, and then asked the host how he did all this.

But he couldn't say it, his tear ducts seemed to be broken—if he had any.Tears kept streaming from the corners of his eyes, the more gentle the host was, the more he couldn't stop.

Very happy, very happy.

"Host, host, host..." He called the host over and over again, squeezing towards the host again and again, just to feel the pulse that he had never felt before.

This is the host.

This is his host, the host he has been waiting for for a long time.