Huang'er never thought that the tens of millions of years in this world could be so exciting and full of twists and turns. The man she once wanted to marry with all her heart was cut off from the world of mortals; the man she signed a white-headed pact with died in battle.
She knelt down in front of Yaochi and asked the Queen Mother why she had to experience such pain. Later, the queen mother told her.
"Because you are the god of heaven, everything you experience is ultimately for your mission."
"What's next?" The little dough-like figure lay beside Huang'er's legs, shaking her sleeves and asked, "What's next, third aunt?"
Huang Er smiled and patted his head, took a sip of hot tea and said, "Then, then she was waiting for the mission from God. She thought it must be a very important mission."
In the Mu'an Pavilion, the sunset spread over the eaves, and the white crane flew over the corner. It's dark again in heaven, it's peaceful and beautiful,
Purpose: We all have a mission, this is the meaning of our lives.