At dusk on a rainy day, the wind chimes on the smoky gray corridor are stained with rust-colored patina, and the old eaves have slightly dusty vines spreading out. The years are repeating life and death, creating patterns of mottled light and shadow. The drizzle continued, gently hitting the tombstone and sliding down the cold stone surface. Like traces of tears that cannot be wiped away. The wind blows from the distant forest, picking up the fallen leaves. The air was filled with the moist smell of earth, and the occasional thunder sounded, making the empty cemetery look even more silent and desolate.
"Grandpa, why am I called Chenyin? I don't think it sounds like a girl at all..." "Grandpa hopes that you will not suffer from the mortal world and the noise in this life..." "What are the mortal world and the noise?" Huo Chenyin still remembers the kind and gentle face at that time that was completely different from the Huo family. "It's okay, you don't need to know this. Just go and have fun, you just need to live a good life."
Mission: Positive, good life, healing people's hearts