In the one thousand one hundred and seventy-eighth year of Heaven, Dong Wei, the God of Spring, finally ushered in his ceremony of becoming a god. It was belatedly coming, but it was impartial. People have to learn to say goodbye and also learn to start over. He learned his last lesson through the most painful experience.
Zhu Ruo was actually very excited when he first moved to Chunshen Mansion, and his self-taught cover up allowed him to maintain his usual calm appearance. But he ignored that he was actually at a young age among the gods. That night Dong Wei left him in the study to discuss things, but only then did he realize that it was actually difficult for him to be in the same room with him. Dong Wei always had a strange smell on his body. When he smelled it, he felt itchy. It was so itchy that he wanted to scratch his ears and cheeks. It was so itchy that his eyes just wanted to stare at him, but he didn't dare to look into his eyes. It was a pleasant smell, but Zhu Ruo didn't want to smell it anymore, because after midnight, the fragrance floated into his dream like wisps of light smoke.
Intention: Let go of the past and start over.