Luo Xiyu's twenty-first year was like a whitewater ride through a canyon. He set out beneath a sky ablaze with sunset, passing rapids, treacherous shoals, and ghostly shadows in the night. Thick fog blanketed the road ahead, and he had no idea where it led.
Luckily, he met Jiang Xinchao. With a wave of her hand, the dark clouds scattered; with a stomp, demons and specters fled. She carried him through the game as if clearing its levels, soaring over waterfalls and rushing toward a new world.
Luo Xiyu: Hey, hey, what's going on? Is this still the mortal realm?
Jiang Xinchao: You're not even human. Why are you looking for the mortal realm?
The earnest everyday lives of little phoenix Luo Xiyu, tree spirit Jiang Xinchao, and their friends.
P.S. Mainly focused on building their careers, with romance on the side.
Theme: Every plant and tree in the world has its own flavor.
