Quick Travel: Bai Yueguang, Her Moon Falls in the World

She is the moon, falling in the world. In the first life, she was a queen who was deposed in the cold palace. She spent seven years silently guarding a young boy's dream of becoming an emperor. In the end, she fell under the sword of the rebels, and her blood stained the plum blossoms in the cold palace. In her second life, she was a disciple of Feiling Gen. She turned into an undercover demon cultivator with a meal, revived dead old trees with daily watering, and finally burned herself to repair the cracks in the heaven. In the third life, she was the administrator of the Peking Library, using ancient books to protect the soul of a nation, and finally endorsed it with her life under the gunpoint of the Japanese army. In the fourth life, she was a pharmacist in the slums, warming the forgotten people with bowls of hot soup, and eventually turned into a light curtain to protect the entire slums. In the fifth life, she was a convenience store cashier, lighting up the lonely people at four o'clock in the morning with cups of hot water, and eventually rushed into the fire and never came out again. In the sixth life, she was a transfer student in the third year of high school. She healed every injured boy with pieces of paper. In the end, she pushed others away in the sea of ​​fire and was pinned down by the beam. In her seventh life, she was an organizer at an interstellar garbage dump, piecing together forgotten civilizations from fragments, and eventually walked to an enemy ship as a hostage, never to return. In eight lifetimes as a human being, I have died eight times. She walked through eight worlds, illuminated countless people, and finally turned into moonlight, shining on every corner she loved. She is like the moon. She is the human moon. She is, if you remember her, there will be echoes.