My own OC, my own world view, the story of the past and future on a continent called Qianmaozhou. Because it is an imaginary world that I like, I don't pay attention to the combination of Chinese and Western things. I write whatever I dream about.
There is no specific direction of the plot. I think the souls born in my mind have their own destiny. I am just responsible for planting the seeds. I hope they will bloom on their own and give birth to their own ideas. Then whether it is separation or reunion, sadness or laughter, failure or victory, they will make their own choices.
Lightning warning: There is no clear CP line or emotional line. All the characters who appear are the protagonists. I actually don't know how the subsequent plot will develop. It depends on how they go on.
Purpose: I should not be the only one to know their grand story