Beneath the Yellow Springs, flowers bloom.
Each brilliantly blossoming flower means death, but also new life.
Have you ever seen a butterfly alight on a flower of the Yellow Springs, painting a thousand lives into the mortal world?
Have you ever imagined green bamboo breaking through the soil of the Yellow Springs, bringing forth a spring breeze that reaches a thousand miles?
Have you ever heard the songs of the Yellow Springs, their whispers, their longing?
The Heavenly Dao is unfair. It has placed the Yellow Springs between you and me.
Luckily, when the flowers bloom and fade, the pain of longing remains, while butterflies carry the spring breeze through the mortal world.
Hello, Wang Yuchi!
This time, it's not too late!
