The water of Yaochi remembers everything. Remember how I stayed with her, how she disappeared, and how I begged the fairy boy in exchange for these three lifetimes of love. But I forgot to ask, how to survive the tribulation. It wasn't until my third life that I understood that the deepest calamity of love is not not asking for it, but letting go.
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Multi-dimensional description, the story itself is interesting and full of content