In the void, a seven-color glazed flower unexpectedly transformed into a three-year-old little girl.
Her name is Yaya. She has long curly pink hair, a round face and big eyes. She walks unsteadily and speaks in a milky voice.
She doesn't know what luck is, what a fortune-taker is, and what destiny is.
All she knew was that Grandpa Lao Shu said that someone needed her.
In the world of cultivating immortals, the former swordsman had his sword heart taken away. He could not even hold the sword firmly and was laughed at in the tavern.
Modern superpowers, the strongest fire superpowers have become useless people who can't even light a lighter.
Under ancient power schemes, a born evil star was mistakenly named the son of destiny, massacred the city and destroyed the country, and everyone was able to kill him.
Future mecha, western magic, doomsday wasteland, fairy tale end...
Seven worlds, seven people abandoned by fate.
Yaya used her petals, her innocence, and her stubbornness to save them one by one.
She will fail, she will break down, she will cry and say "I shouldn't have come".
But she would also stand up, wipe away her tears, and move on.
Because she is a flower.
When the flowers are supposed to bloom, they will bloom.
"Uncle, you smell like flowers - you're about to die. But you can still be saved."
