Peach Blossom

A cycle of rebirth from three hundred years ago, dead wood blooming once more;

A love that defied heaven, in the end, turns to drifting smoke;

If I have to leave to keep you safe and well, I seek neither enlightenment through prayer nor ascension to immortality;

I'll spend my whole life watching over you as the flowers bloom.

Sweetie's blog. I ramble there from time to time. If something comes up and I can't update, or there's anything else to announce, I'll post it there. Feel free to follow me and I'll follow you back~

Sweetie's little home. It has not only sweet stories, but also one little Sweetie~ Come tease me! I can daydream and tell stories. Please adopt me~

Thanks to Xiao Mie at Yu Sang's art shop~

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