The heavy snow overturned the earth, and the strong wind disturbed the door.
Should I be grateful that they threw me out in the dead of winter and no one witnessed the "scenery" of my bereaved dog?
I am the eldest daughter of the Cheng family of Feng Qing Lang Yue - Cheng Zhuoyu, the disciple of the queen. The wind god is gone, the bright moon is in my arms, the strokes of my pen are stunning, and I am famous all over the world.
It's a pity that Zhuoyu Zhuoyu is turbid jade.
Once the queen fell, I also fell from the altar, and all living beings wanted to peel my skin, shed my bones, taste my blood, and eat my flesh. All sentient beings and phenomena, I have only one path.
Intention: We are not each other's vassals, but comrades-in-arms.