There is an academy in the Yunding Mountains called Wanqi.
There are vines in the academy, which are evergreen all year round.
There are peach blossoms in the academy, and the spring sun is shining brightly.
Teng is Ling Muchi. The youngest son with Qingmu spiritual veins has dark green hair. When he smiles, the whole academy lights up.
The peach blossom is Shen Ye. The young master of Zhu Hua's spiritual vein is wearing pink and white clothes, as gentle as the March wind.
This is how they should be, studying, practicing martial arts, and watching flowers bloom and fall in the academy.
Until that day, the withered jade plaque appeared.
Until that day, Shen Ye stood in front of him, still wearing the same pink and white clothes, with the same gentle smile.
He said: "Mu Chi, if I tell you, I am not me -"
Ling Muchi interrupted him.
"Then tell me who you are."
Shen Ye was silent for a long time.
Then he said a name.
A person who should have died a hundred years ago.
Intention: Between the cycle of prosperity and decline, choose protection and symbiosis, and let warmth defeat desolation.
