The farewell in death has been swallowed, but the farewell in life is always pitiful.
In the miasmatic land south of the Yangtze River, there is no news from the guests.
Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will remember each other forever.
You are trapped in a snare, why do you have wings?
I'm afraid it's not a life-long soul, and the road is far and unpredictable.
The soul comes to the maple forest and is green, and the soul returns to the pass and is dark.
The setting moon fills the beams of the house, hesitatingly illuminating the colors.
The water is deep and the waves are wide, and there are no dragons
My name is Lian Qiu'er, I'm twenty-four years old this year. Because I was almost killed by my father when I was a child (it's not that my father favored sons over daughters, but he loved me too much and hugged me to sleep, and his arms crushed me). After being rescued, I have had strange dreams since I was a child.
After graduating from college, I went to look for a job one day and was hit by a car, so I traveled to the Naguun Kingdom, traveling in this strange time and space.