Qing Yu is pure-hearted and free of worldly desires. There is nothing she especially likes, nor anything she dislikes, like a pool of clear water. She arrives in another world and gazes at everything completely unfamiliar, smiling without a word.
Because of the setting, this story includes some food-related content.
There is a kind of love without vows of eternal devotion, yet it lasts until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. There is a kind of person who, once in love, loves without asking for anything in return and gives willingly. I suppose this is the kind of story I want to write.
No blurb, slow updates, mediocre writing, and a chance I may abandon it: these are the story's main features. Think carefully before jumping in. If it's not for you, click the red button in the upper right.
