She is the weaver on the star track. She pulls cloud threads with her bare hands, picks up the stream of light with the tip of the shuttle, and holds up the warp and weft of the heaven and earth with her daughter's body.
From the blood-colored cry at the altar of the Red Bone Clan, to the nectar of Our Lady of Taiyuan moistening the soul in the secret realm; from the Beidou brothers holding the star to teach, to facing the decision of "inheriting destiny as a woman" alone, this once-infant star has dismantled itself several times on the road of practice: should it accept the established divine position, or break the shackles of identity? Indulge in stable compassion, or bear the rupture of truth? She was his heart in his previous life, and she was the driving force for his spiritual practice. It has nothing to do with romance, only true love! Two red threads of marriage, two heart-thrilling relationships, it is not a difficult choice, two deep feelings, no one will let anyone down!
What the golden shuttle crossed was not only the river of stars, but also her struggle between "what should be" and "what is". When the frost dyed through her robes, and when the star sand embedded in her bones and blood, she finally understood: the so-called growth is nothing more than weaving her own light in the web woven by heaven with the weight of two souls.
This is a spiritual record about sacrifice and awakening. It is also a story about how a star weaves scars into a dazzling epic in the cracks of identity.
Fantasy, cultivating immortality,