Short story.
After I finished writing, my mind was so dizzy that I didn't even know what I was writing. . .
In fact, this is really Xianxia, it's just not obvious. . .
——Who are you?
——My name is Fengchen.
——Why is it named after this?
——I don't know.
——Why were you born?
——…I don't know.
——Why do you hesitate?
——Have a conscience... Feel guilty.
Conception: