These "rumors" were told to her by someone who once spent a night under the Tangli tree.
Sumu, I have waited for nine hundred years, and I am waiting for the Tangli flower to bloom.
If you don't go home, you'll never come back.
Many years later, Su Mu pulled my sleeve, pursed his lips, lowered his head, stared at the corner of the wall seriously, lingered for a long time, and then said sadly, "Please be nice to me..." Just like how I said these words to him so many years ago.