If a person's life is extremely pitiful, there is no word "miserable" that can be used to describe it. Sixteen-year-old Ling Dang was finally driven to the capital in her fifteenth year of wandering. The little girl was not a simple-minded person, but her extremely short-sighted character successfully made her unlucky to the peak within three days. Standing outside the gilt bronze gate of the Bishan Palace, Ling Dang would never have imagined that this door Hidden behind, what will happen to her in the days to come, "Flowers fall from the green mountains, and the fragrance of osmanthus falls, and the green water stream offers sacrifices to my husband." A small order, a bowl of osmanthus, a charm, a golden chair, a brocade dress... "Do you know about the charm?" "Yes, it's just a demon, it's often written in painting books." "Then... What if she really exists?"
Intention: If you love, you will love, if you love, you will love.