The moon on the disc hangs on the west tower, and the shadow of the figure is thin. A night of pear rain, the country is all white.
In this life, he recalls the entanglements in his previous life and foresees the events in the next life. He sighed, there must be a cause and a result, but the cause he planted himself did not bear the fruit he wanted. When he changed his mind, she was beyond redemption.
That's right, she forgot her worries and shed three thousand emotions in the mortal world. Going against the rules of heaven, she stayed in front of the ancient Buddha with a green lantern and chanted sutras every day.
She smiled bitterly. This was the cause she planted herself, and it was not the fruit she wanted.
"Click", the gears of fate shifted one position.
——Cyan Misty Rain, I'm waiting for you.