Butterflies of Huai'an

[Not a Wish-Fulfillment Novel, One Female Lead]

Taoism says life is ultimately empty.

Buddhism says life is like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow.

Jesus says everything we do is merely chasing after the wind.

"A mayfly between heaven and earth, a grain of millet in the vast ocean."

What do we amount to in this boundless universe?

What meaning does it have to be alive?

Everyone knows that becoming an immortal is wonderful, but if you truly had the chance, could you let go of what you cling to?

And is what you cling to really worth letting go of?