The raindrops fall and gather into threads, leading to several links of fate.
Looking back, I wonder how far away my past life is.
In the blink of an eye, it has been a thousand years.
A plum branch by the Wangchuan River,
Even after many years, the love has not changed.
The order lasts for years, starting from the falling snow, and finally the snow falling, and the love lasts forever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I wrote some inexplicable copy (I doubt myself every day). To put it simply, it is a short story about Ji Chubai, his fox friends, and the sky-high-priced old attacker, with an urban supernatural style. But it's not scary and has no basis. It's just bullshit. Don't take it seriously haha
Intention: reincarnation, nature and the pursuit of Taoism