Fantasy + romance. Group portrait, no cp
She was a pure and kind person, and she should have had a smooth life. But an extraterrestrial meteor streaked across the sky, bringing changes.
A walking monk once commented on her destiny:
One life has two lives, one will wax and wane and the other will grow.
Surrounded by four evil spirits, the world is a chess game.
The spider's thread of good and evil, the home of the soul flag.
The rain drops the peanuts, and the boat runs out of water.
Let's see if she can peel away the fog, see the situation clearly, and find a pure land in troubled times.
If heaven has feelings, it will also grow old, and the right path in the world will undergo vicissitudes of life.
Her eyes turned into clear lakes, her blood turned into the ups and downs of mountains, her skin shattered into pure white birds, her limbs were trapped in a lightless place, and the organs in her belly turned into thousands of races in the world...
Only her heart was covered with a hard shell and buried deep in her soul.
