My Years in the Mountains

She died, and the man who had always been graceful and doting on her, holding a long sword, pierced her heart cleanly. She thought, forget it, she did something wrong after all. Thousands of years later, there was a person named Little Moon on a certain mountain in the world. His daily routine was to lie in his coffin, eat and sleep, and eat while sleeping. It could be said that he was eating and waiting to die. But one day, a man came from the mountain. The man was dressed in black and held a grand and charming flower in his hand. He gave the flower to her. *The heroine is not stupid and sweet~~ Warm reminder: This article contains some memories~~ Purpose: Growing up in troubled times and learning to be strong