My Great-Grandmother Is as Beautiful as a Flower

She no longer remembered how many years she had lived. A young body contained a soul weathered by time. After years of battling the dark and evil, all she wanted was the quiet, ordinary life of an everyday person. Through the mist, the gears of fate began turning once more. A young man stayed by her side through thick and thin, and her withered heart bloomed again. In her eyes, all beings in the world were either good or evil. Irreverent and compassionate, she was called Grandma Ancestor. Having seen all the world's joys and sorrows, she held firm to her path between illusion and reality.