Zhu Rongsan

Beyond the hustle and bustle, amid the storm. There are wisps of homeless energy floating here. They are messy and useless, with no life willing to absorb them. They even stay away from each other, with only the violent wind and rain accompanying them. The rain fell in the latter half of the night, the howling wind blew the horn, the thunder played music, and the falling rain was mixed with the shouts of the newborns. This was their chorus with the world after being shattered and reborn. Following the heavy rain, they fell and shattered together, abandoning the past. Wisps of energy seemed to be reborn, and he curiously looked at the strange and familiar world. They float, float. Staying in the stamens, the petals become more delicate and beautiful; staying in the bamboo forest, the green king's character becomes even more powerful. They have nothing but infinite possibilities, like ink coming off paper, moving with the wind and following their hearts. No one knows where the next stop will be, and every gain will make them ecstatic. Wind and rain... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.