If there is no place for evil spirits to live among the three realms, then there is no harm in subverting it.
It is a demon, a ghost, and an immortal.
Fengyue is my sister. She has blue eyes. People in Kyoto call her a demon. She has a handkerchief embroidered with plum-red exotic flowers, which is the characteristic of a demon that is applied to her eyes. She left home when she was young, and I don't remember when her little bit disappeared from my life quietly, and she was just a passer-by. It's as if after a heavy snowfall, the sun shines brightly and the snowflakes leave no trace behind. Indifferently, a person named Fengyue has almost never appeared in my life.
Intention: Every moment when the wind falls, listen quietly to the chirping of insects.