I saved a three-thousand-year-old fox during a thunderstorm.
I originally thought this was just a small episode in my ordinary life, but that fox broke the memory that had been sealed in my mind for many years.
The red lotus that was burned by the flames in hell rarely had twins. One rose to heaven and became an immortal, while the other fell to earth.
Is that woman who looks similar to me my compatriot or sister, or the enemy who caused my downfall?