Azi, a thousand-year-old spirit of Ganoderma lucidum, guards a mountain alone.
What she does every day is very simple: water the herbs, repair the spiritual barrier, and brew peach blossom wine under the old locust tree. She doesn't like outsiders, she doesn't like white flowers, and she doesn't like those inexplicable "rules" - you can't look back, you can't pick flowers, you can't sing at midnight - she blocks them all from the mountain gate.
But the rules still came.
A girl named Shen Heng fell in through the cracks in the barrier, and the back of her hands was stained with regular black lines that could never be washed away. A group of people in red followed closely behind, kneeling in front of her and saying, "Old God, the world is about to end. Only you can rewrite the rules."
Azi doesn't want to be a god, nor does he want to save the world. But Shen Heng refused to leave and stayed in her yard learning to grow medicine, learn to cook, and learn to quarrel with her. The man in red refused to leave and camped outside the valley, blocking the rules for her with his life.
What's even scarier is that the rules are gone. As if it came alive, it began to imitate her memories, her fears, and her deepest guilt.
Azusa finally understood: the rules were not natural disasters, but the inner demons she had released thousands of years ago.
And the girl who refused to leave was the reincarnation of the man who died for her back then.
This time, she couldn't escape.
