She is a tree spirit who has been rooted at the top of the Nine Heavens since she can remember, watching the loneliness of all living beings.
Mortals go through ups and downs, separations and separations, while immortals have a pure heart and few desires.
She cannot speak and has no spiritual awareness of her own.
The memory is a blur.
But one day, a man in a white robe pulled out her roots.
Wait, why didn't she die?
"Hey, who are you?!"
She squirmed in his arms.
"Let me go!"
"Don't let go."
The man looked down at her, and in the mist, his dark and deep eyes looked directly at her.
"If you go to poverty and fall to hell, you will never let go again even if you die."
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