C1102 Potential pressure relief

On the small path, his figure was getting closer and closer. From blurry to distinct, from hazy to now.

As the eighty years passed, he seemed to be deep in an ice coffin, living a life of his own. His appearance did not change, his skin became even whiter, his face as white as jade, as if he were a woman.

His eyes lit up like a vast starry sky.

It was him.

He's back