I was originally a dew spirit grass that grew according to the medicine tree of Medicine King Bodhisattva. One day, I was in a daze when I suddenly felt a black shadow coming towards me, with a blood-red tongue and teeth sticky with saliva. I suddenly felt that I was covered in cold air, and I was about to be eroded by the wind. When I closed my eyes and accepted my fate, I suddenly heard a voice: "Look at this little grass. Born from a medicinal tree, it is very green and lovely. The dew on the leaf tips is shining, and it has a little spiritual energy. It's okay to let it grow. I only dare to open my eyes when I gradually feel that the black shadow is leaving. I am scared to break out in a cold sweat. Is it a red horse? Who else can have such a strong and powerful figure?
Time flies, and thousands of years have passed before I know it. I am finally in the immortal class, specializing in treating difficult and complicated diseases for the mounts of gods and goddesses. Although I was just a pawn in the fairy world like Bima Wen back then, a low-ranking little fairy, my dreams, fantasies, delusions, and fantasies gradually came closer to reality, because I could get close to him, the five-colored horse of General Mirro... So in my past and present lives, Chilima and I went from being loved by life and death to being separated by heaven and man...
The content of the story is presented to everyone step by step in the form of a diary, from the encounter in the past life to the love in this life, from the separation in the fairy world to the renewed love in the human world...