Yipin can't write any good stories, but if you are destined, you are welcome to come... After all, in this "ten miles of breeze and thousands of expanses of stars, you are as much a treasure as they are."
Master: I crossed a river named you
Disciple: What river?
Master: Galaxy
Disciple: But the disciple caressed a wisp of intoxicating draft.
Master: What kind of wind?
Apprentice: Qingfeng
Concept: The breeze blows the willows, living up to the heart of the galaxy; wind, flowers, snow and moon, jade trees and maples, starting with wind and ending with maple
