My name is Su Nuannuan, and I am the owner of Daylily House. It is the day lily that has been cultivated for thousands of years at the foot of Lingshan Mountain. The world calls day lily the grass of forgetfulness, but I remember too many things.
A thousand years ago, a golden cicada passed by at the foot of the mountain. He leaned over and touched my leaves and said, "This grass can help you forget your worries." He poured a handful of water from the stream and watered it down. The water was so sweet that it made my heart feel refreshed. I was watered by it, and the first flower bloomed. Later I transformed, and I remember that day the mountain wind blew through the leaves, and the reflection of the stream reflected a face that was pretty but could not conceal its laziness. Cultivation was too tiring, there were too many rules for becoming an immortal, and I was afraid of pain from fighting and killing, so I simply opened a dessert shop next to the commercial road where I took the pilgrimage. The signboard is made of wood and hangs crookedly under the bamboo eaves, with the words "Hemerocallis House" written on it.
