16 Years ago, she let out her first weak cry in the hands of the midwife. Because she was born prematurely, she had been weak and sick since she was a child. Her peers had already started running around, and she could not walk yet.
When I was two years old, I could finally stagger slowly while holding on to an adult's hand, but as soon as I let go, after walking a few steps, I fell to the ground.
When she was five years old, she still couldn't speak, so people in the village said she was a fool.
One day, an old monk passed by the village and took her away, leaving a note behind.
In a place called Shidu, the heroine started her own counterattack, fighting monsters along the way and becoming a tree god.
Intention: Growth is falling and getting up again