Longchen Sang was born in the darkness. He tried to push up by instinct, but he only felt the warmth. The warmth in the darkness wrapped around his cold branches, and the warmth penetrated into the bones bit by bit.
"Warm... Warm, what is it?" No one could respond to him. As it grows up, it slowly grows fruits, and humans passing by occasionally pick a few. Others would shake their bodies and kick their tree trunks with their muddy feet. Roots and branches always seem to be missing from time to time. Renchensang hated this feeling, he would feel pain, but as time went by, he could only understand the world through these humans who hurt him.
He cannot speak and can only feel the world through touch and hearing.
Today he is still blowing the wind as usual.
The wind made his branches tremble slightly. Since then, he has a new neighbor.
Everything is based on the content of the novel. There is no outline. I write according to my mood.
Updates from time to time may cause problems
The tone of the introduction has nothing to do with the main text.
Purpose: Love and Peace