Many, many years ago, little Gu Xi took little Feng Qianling, and the stars in the sky were reflected in their eyes, like fireflies.
"Lingling, have you seen monsters?"
"... No"
"Lingling, do you believe there are monsters?"
"... No"
"But, what the storyteller said is so true. I think there must be a monster, a very powerful one. I want to marry a monster when I grow up!"
Many, many years later, the gray-haired Gu Xi sat on the swing, with sparse stars falling in her eyes.
"Lingling..."
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