C155 What is destiny's destiny

Yang Dabao came. His face was covered in blood. His mouth swelled up. And his eyes were crying.

He looked as though he was filled with grief and grievance. He was standing at the entrance of the temple. Outside, the sun was setting. The shadow he cast on the ground was long. He looked at both of us. We were both looking at him.

I never knew what kind of person Yang Dabao was