[Pili Fanfiction] Zhuang Zhou Dreams of a Butterfly: White Tansy

Once, Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly, a butterfly fluttering about, perfectly content with itself. It knew nothing of Zhou. Suddenly he awoke, and there he was, Zhou again. He did not know whether Zhou had dreamed of being a butterfly, or whether a butterfly was dreaming of being Zhou. Between Zhou and the butterfly there must be some distinction. This is called the transformation of things. He was born into the mortal world amid the blooming of the night-blooming cereus. It flowers but once, all for Wei Tuo. Newcomers appear every day, and every day they grow old. When the new arrive, the old are gone. Perhaps only the devoted remember how things were. I didn't like it at first, but fell for it at second sight. I couldn't contain my delight, so I started digging a hole to write in. Ever since the Buddhist realm was peeled back layer by layer like a cabbage, without ever revealing its heart, I've grown tired of this hole. Perhaps the series is simply so long that I'm worn out. I can never work up the interest to dive back in. So I started this hole for old times' sake, and all I'm writing is about the person Wen Ren dreams of. If you don't abandon me, I won't leave you. If you do, I'll let you go. If you find a bug, please fix it yourself. If the hole is too big, let me know. No bricks or stones, please. Respectfully yours. One more thing: to be clear, this story has romantic tension but no CP! It is definitely not a romance!!! Thanks to my friend for helping with the cover! Latest notice, April 30, 2017: Because of work, I can't settle down to write for now, and I have too many ideas, so I'm keeping up the habit by diligently starting new holes. As for filling this one in... I might not be able to continue until the end of the year. Please understand... _(:з"∠)_