This manuscript is a bit special. The magazine manuscript was changed to the third person at the request of the editor, and the name was also changed (I won't tell you, it was changed to a vulgar name that can no longer be spoken).
This story comes from a dream I had. In the dream, there was a girl sitting under a very big peach blossom tree and writing something, as if she had been sitting there for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years and never left. Hope you all like it!
Conception: