When she was five years old, Lang came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to play with green plums. He was her bamboo horse little brother, so innocent that she threatened to be his bride.
At the age of seventeen, the dreams of mountains and rivers were shattered, and we held hands to support each other. He is already an outsider in the world of mortals, and her life has been rough, including life and death. A hundred times and thousands of times, in the three inches of dim light, I hold a candle to watch.
At the age of twenty-five, while cooking sake by the fire, there was no other person in the world. Her hair is white and her hands are bare to stop the killing. She is an old friend in Xuanyi, so she will never live up to her years.
Purpose: I want to write some oriental fantasy stories based on personal understanding. Regarding the eternal themes of love, friendship, and family affection, as I grow older, I seem to have a new understanding.