An Eastern Story of Joy and Sorrow

Singing and swaying, ancient and melodious songs in front of children's beds and on the paths in the fields. Happy stories, sad stories. The blond girl listened quietly, the twilight wind blowing her hair "Look, they still remember your story~" the girl said to herself. "If you can hear..." The girl's voice was as soft as a whisper In the blink of an eye, the girl disappeared. The singing, ancient and leisurely, echoed in the small valley. . . Yes, it's me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.