There is no need to talk about the old soul on the Sansheng Stone, watching the moon and singing in the wind.
I feel ashamed that my lover is visiting me from afar, even though I am of the opposite sex, I will live forever.
There are so many things before and after us, and I'm afraid my heart will break if I want to talk about the cause and fate.
Wu Yue has searched all over the mountains and rivers, but returned to Yanchao and went to Qutang.
Next to the gate of hell, on the bank of the Wangchuan River, a strange stone fell. The divine pattern split it into three pieces. Can half of the things in this world be escaped?
This article belongs to a collection of short stories.