Qinglian doesn't know how many years she has been sitting in front of the Buddha. Tens of millions of years are just a snap of her fingers.
Qingze didn't know how many years it had been since he became an immortal. He had seen the vicissitudes of life, the sun and the moon, and the joys and sorrows of the world.
All kinds of things are nothing more than falling flowers and flowing water.
Gentle as jade x cold and paranoid