"I" originally went to the mountain temple with my mother to worship, but for some reason I fell into a strange space.
There, I saw the desolate past life of this temple, the ignorant little monk, and the awkward white camellias. Everything started ridiculously and ended with a stubborn appearance.
Whose dream did the garden tour disturb? Who has read countless things in the world, only to look back and realize that the colorful flowers have already bloomed all over the world...
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