Jia Jia: reed Jia: reed without long spikes Jia: newly born reed Selected from "The Book of Songs·Qin Feng"
This is a prosperous age and a royal court, and everyone performs their duties. There is the history of the palace, the army of the region, the family of miraculous doctors, and the music officials... They make up this dynasty.
And her? She doesn't belong to any of the above
She is a witch and belongs to the witch clan
Them? They are not humans either, they are gods.
The large reeds are green, and the morning dew turns to frost.
Whose destiny is not swaying in the wind like reeds and rushes? The ignorance when you were born, the stumbling when you were young, understanding the warmth and coldness of human relationships can turn dew into frost in an instant. Working hard may just be to survive, and maybe this is also the purpose of everyone. Without a prominent life experience or extraordinary talent, he can only rush his way through stumbling and blood and tears, and the road ahead is still uncertain...