The wind is pure and joyful, burning the past with a fire, bringing her into this world, the world of mortals, cultivating the mind and refining the nature, being like the Tao but not the Tao, intentional and unintentional. This world is filled with all kinds of emotions and desires, that is what she is looking for.
Feng Qingxi, the orphan Feng Qingle met on the road.
Leaves are not sentimental, fallen leaves are not sentimental, love does not originate and fate does not end; it has been like this since ancient times.
Is there too much helplessness in things in this world?
Chase hard and desperately just for less distance and less regrets.
Whatever your heart desires, keep going; whatever your heart is tied to, work hard to maintain.
Purpose: The records in the book come from reality, but they have never been seen in the world of mortals.