In front of me, the morning sun is rising slowly.
The flower essence looked at the endless glow and said softly: "Ran Xiang, just call me Ran Xiang."
It is difficult to return to the hometown, and the names of the past have lost their meaning.
What she now sees is this vast world, except for the one person she misses day and night.
"Ran Xiang." Xu Zhitu repeated the name several times and said a little shyly, "I like this name. Ran Xiang, can I still come and play with you tomorrow?" Although he accepted the cruel fact that his sister died young, he still did not have the courage to stay at home and face his mother who was depressed all day long.
The flower essence was stunned for a moment and said happily: "Okay." After that, several colorful butterflies appeared and flew around Xu Zhitu.
Hundreds of years later, when she finally ended her journey in the human world, facing the half-demon who had already been stained by wind and frost, she thought of the morning glow that day.
This was the end of her five hundred years of loneliness, and also the beginning of a tragic dream that she would watch for the rest of her life.