My original eight hundred years can't be said to be a very nourishing life, but it can still be called "free". But how can a person be so carefree all his life, so when I met Wenchang, I kept comforting myself that this was a necessary test on the way to becoming an immortal.
Needless to say, there was a miserable scene along the way.
Only when the clouds and fog cleared away did I realize that I was the only one who was stupid.
I was young and young at that time. If I had never known your thoughts when we first met, I would have run away even if I had risked my life.
Warm tea is cooking in the pavilion, and the curls are getting better. Wenchang, how about you and I?