C411 Han's Twin Dragons

At night, the bonfire in the forest crackled, and from time to time, a gray moth would flap its wings, throw itself into the flames, and turn into a charred and dead thing.

Moth to fire, no turning back." Even though he knew that there would be no good ending, he still had to make a sacrifice. Yue'er's beautiful eyes stared fixedly at the blazing flames