My name is Zhi Zhi, and I am the spirit of a pine tree. From the beginning of my memory, my tree has been covered with scars. My neighbor is a beautiful pansy. I call him Pansy. But a hundred years ago, he died. In order to preserve a trace of his essence, I spent five hundred years practicing. Since then, I can no longer turn into a human form. Wandering around all day long.
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