When she was three years old, she was sent to the human world to recuperate her soul. When I left, I held a piece of wood in my arms, which was dusty and ugly.
Returned seventeen years later, the wood turned into a boy.
He forgot everything but the sound of her changing his name, and that she was his master. The stronger she was, the weaker he became, so thin that it was transparent. Everyone is saying - the puppets are falling apart.
She didn't dare go any further.
It wasn't until he held her hand in his sleep and said, "You are raising me... If you stop, I will really leave."
It turns out that he is not disappearing, but returning.
Thirty thousand years ago, on the top of the sacred mountain, she spoke words of thirty thousand years to the tree. The night the tree transformed, the white flowers bloomed like a heavy snowfall. She named him Ayan. Later, when the world collapsed and she scattered her soul to mend the sky, he secretly hid a ray of her soul - hidden in a piece of wood, and sent it to the world to wait for her.
In this life, she started from Biluo Sect and traveled from city to city. With him beside her, the red leaves of the Poinciana tree covered every inch of the land she walked on.
On the day she became a god, thousands of people bowed their heads.
Looking back, he failed.
The mountains and rivers are at her feet, and he is by her side.
——Thirty thousand years later, the wind finally couldn't blow him away.
Intention: She sacrificed herself for the common people, while he was a dead tree guarding one person.