She is a god formed by the gathering of stars.
The golden, intricate but unintersecting lines were like flicking strings. Xinghe plucked a few of them at will, and various pictures popped up. Countless stories unfolded on each timeline.
The twelve porridges have different tastes, some are sweet, some are bland, and some are bitter. I hope everyone enjoys eating them.
The new long-form suspense style "Mang Han" is being serialized, please accept it
Concept: Love is like twelve paths of porridge, each with its own different taste
