I am an immortal. That day, I turned into a woman and was playful in the mountains. I met a melancholy little tiger that was full of worries. I couldn't help but want to tease it. But the little tiger was very ferocious. It roared at me with its teeth bared, trying to scare me away. I saw its fierce color and soft heart, and I wanted to tease it even more. I let it roar and bite one of my fingers till blood dripping. It didn't show any resentment. I just wanted to ask it, what is it afraid of? What is it afraid of? Or, what are you worrying about?
Intention: the result in this life, the cause in the past life