This is an era in which fate hangs in the balance. The glory of God has long faded into dust in the endless desire. The warmth of light has been swallowed up layer by layer by greed, ambition and despair, leaving only a chaotic gray haze. There is no longer a clear distinction between good and evil between heaven and earth, the sacred and the profane are intertwined, redemption and sinking are entangled, and every inch of the land is permeated with uncertainty and confusion - as if the gears of fate are stuck, refusing to turn amidst the rusty friction, but brewing in the dark is a storm that can subvert everything.
"Go to the Holy City, it is paradise."
Bai Zhi, she may be one of the destinies arranged by herself in this era of chaos. She didn't know how many thorns there were on the road ahead, or whether the Holy City was really as beautiful as the legend said, or even whether she could reach the end. But she only knew: Go to the Holy City, it is paradise.
She was once chilled by the cruelty of the world, but she also regained her courage because of a moment of warmth. She rebelled against the destiny and maintained her inner softness in an indifferent world.
In this era when the fate has not yet been revealed, Angelica dahurica is like a Angelica dahurica flower growing tenaciously in the cracks of rocks, carrying a faint fragrance and unyielding tenacity, moving step by step towards the Holy City. She may not know that her footsteps have already been intertwined with the fate of this era. Her arrival may be the signal that the fate that has not yet arrived is finally beginning to change.
Narcissism: The author writes well (