That month. I shake all the scriptures, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road, not to meet you, but just to stay close to your warmth.
In that life, I walked around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you...
——Excerpted from Tsangyang Gyatso, author of "That Life"
In that life, it was the season when cherry blossoms were in full bloom. As far as the eye could see, the sky was filled with pink. Under the cherry blossom tree, the man held the woman's hand affectionately and swore to the tree: "Rou'er, I, Yinzhen, will never let you down in my life! Although I can't give you the promise of being together for the rest of your life, I can give you the sincerity that only Rou'er will live here forever!" Yinzhen said, pointing to the position of his heart and continued: "This life is a broad one, as told by Zicheng." Hold your son's hand and grow old together...'
' In the rolling river of history, she lived tenaciously like a tiny speck of dust... Accidentally, she was involved in the most tragic whirlpool of the Kowloon inheritance war in history... When she was at the end of her rope, the space ring on her hand opened a new door for her, and it almost blinded her. Lu Nianrou blinked her big and lively eyes twice, "Wait a minute, I'll take a bite of spicy hotpot first to calm down the shock." Facing this fantastic journey, let's see how she turns her hands into clouds and turns her hands into rain...
