Birds like the phoenix are the divine beings with a noble temperament in the ninth heaven.
If it's not the morning dew, don't drink it. If it's not the tender bamboo, don't eat it. If it's not the sycamore tree, don't live there.
I don't know how long it's been like this. Maybe many years.
She has no memory. No memory at all. She doesn't even know who she is.
But she is a dryad, a dryad of the sycamore tree.
The only person who came to see her on weekdays was a man in black. He said her name was Yuetong.
Probably so
She doesn't care if she's been cheated on because she has no past
Or there will be no future