Before reading: “It's just a fairy tale. What's there to cry about?” After reading: “I want to go back to my hometown, even if all I can do afterward is plant apple trees.” “I have a dream. I hope that one day the rice stalks will grow taller than people, and all the people of Great Yan can sit in the shade beneath them.” [The sands of the northwest and the demons had finally faded away. One hundred million and fifty-one thousand giant trees covered the green fields, standing like monuments beside his grave. That year, the spring breeze finally crossed the old yet young Yumen Pass.]
After transmigrating to Terra, Luo Yun's Originium Arts turned out to be writing fairy tales. [Once you finish writing the opening, you can enter your own book. Everything you do will affect how the story develops.] [Depending on your identity, five values will determine the story's direction: public support, people's livelihood, official authority, government affairs, and finances.] [If you die, the story will inevitably reach its end.] “It's just a story, right? Fine, I'm in!”
Gazing at the golden fields stretching as far as the eye could see, thousands of years later, Shu would still remember that afternoon when she was young and naive. “Miss, where are you headed? Want to come with me?” Back then, he was in the prime of his life, with rice fields swaying all around him. What a time it was.
