I, the most useless little fairy grass in the world, one day picked up a baby with bruises all over its body.
In line with the compassion of immortality, I pinched his face and fed him to sleep, and gave him my lifelong maternal love. Even Yue Lao praised me as "kind".
Until that day, the cub I raised by pooping and peeing tore apart the camouflage of normal milkiness, revealing the magic pattern, leaned against the peach tree and chuckled: My mother is so sweet, how can I be willing to just be my son?
——Is it too urgent to run now? Waiting online, urgent! Urgent! Urgent!
