My name is A Feng, the wind of gale.
This name was given by my "mother". Even though I knew very well that she was only my benefactor and teacher, she only regarded me as a disciple and follower. But obviously her nominal husband and another man didn't think so: after her death, they clearly raised me as their daughter. So I changed from a beggar to a young lady.
Some legends say that the world is so dangerous and treacherous that I am very scared; some legends say that the world is just mediocre, but I feel at ease somehow.
At that time, I thought, no matter what, the world has nothing to do with me.
But that was just a thought a long time ago. And I am always the beggar who almost froze to death in a cave halfway up the mountain...
Instead of writing, he asked me to eat. Today there is grilled fish, which I love.
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