On a cold dew night, my father fell off a cliff.
A wild ginseng changes a life. Three-year-old Xian Qing stood in front of the new grave holding the infant Xian Ge.
"Keep singing" were my father's last words.
He didn't know that these last words would lead him to open the gate of immortality - the most miserable life in the world, he had to ask Heaven.
Although life is like a piece of grass, flowers will bloom from the dust.
