My name is Shen Xiaoyao.
There are three birthmarks in the shape of peach petals on her left cheek, pink, like the ever-blooming spring. There is a tree root tattoo on the inner side of my wrist. It is dark brown and will glow slightly when I encounter emotional fluctuations. This is the trace left when I transformed into another form, and it is also my last connection with Huaguo Mountain.
Three hundred years ago, Sun Wukong once slept against my tree trunk.
I remember the weight of the golden cudgel pressing on my branches, his thunderous snoring that made peach blossoms fall all over the mountain, and his murmuring in his sleep, "Master, please don't miss me." At that time, I was still an ordinary peach tree, and I didn't know what supernatural power or destiny was.
Now I know.
Heaven wants to demolish Huaguo Mountain.
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