As always, this is a self-indulgent story. If that’s not your thing, please don’t read it. (*￣︶￣)
What changes might come if the body of Tianming were inhabited by that boy with the warm smile?
A boy with a mutated Book of Friends, and the memories of the most astonishing onmyoji in Heian-kyo, travels through this unfamiliar age, moving between demons and humans, across scorched earth and through mountain forests.
Is this Zhuang Zhou dreaming he is a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming it is Zhuang Zhou?
Perhaps this chaotic age beneath a crimson sky is, in truth, where he belongs. He won’t dwell on the past or worry about the future. He’ll simply follow his heart, without trying to alter the fates already set in motion or chasing the ambition of eternal life. He’ll just hold on to a few precious moments of warmth and make a few friends. That’s all.
P.S. The author’s memory of The Legend of Qin is a little hazy, though I’ve been watching The Nine recently. So a lot of things are bound to be out of character. I just couldn’t find a self-indulgent The Legend of Qin story, so I’ll have to write one out of love.
Theme: In a world where a hundred schools of thought contend, with so many supernatural forces already in existence, how could there be no demons? How should humans and demons get along? Is it really true that those who are not of our kind can never share our hearts? I believe the answer can be found between these lines.
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So it's not dawn anymore? ?
Ah, little Liangzi, but hurry up, maybe Tianming's mother will die.
Ah, it's so beautiful! The author greatly appreciates the update! ! !