The magnolias are falling one after another, and there are beauties in my heart.
There are always some of the mythical beasts in Wuling Mountain who are so infatuated, staring blankly at the world, but dare not go down the mountain for fear of being broken again.
The sacred trees in Wuling Mountain have been growing for eternity, but they always feel calamity in their hearts because of such and such things.
Why bother, worrying about a little human being?
Conception: