One flower, one leaf, one bodhi, one person, one ghost, one world.
The love between the bird and the fish was just an accident; the love between her and him was a waiting.
A few months ago, he was lying on the porch, dying; she was walking on the street, incredibly beautiful.
In a moment of compassion and a moment of thought, two parallel lines began to intersect.
She taught him how to speak and read, and how to dress to be a wife, but she accidentally got herself involved...
When humans and ghosts fall in love, is it marriage or evil fate?
Life is impermanent, life is like a dream. If you love, please love deeply.
The modern version of Liaozhai, as the text says, acquaintance means destiny.
Your momentary compassion and occasional pause eventually became the author's greatest motivation for writing.
The author has a story—but no wine! The author crawls and rolls, please collect it~~