[Readme from the first perspective]
This year's first snow was mixed with plum blossoms. I followed Lord Lord God as I approached Mingxingxu Mansion.
Xu Jiaxin had a son. I looked at the child's wrinkled face and wondered if I had ever looked like this.
"Chang'an." I said to him.
It was originally my blessing to the new students, but later, the eldest son Xu was named Xu Changan.
Fast forward a thousand years, and the young man revealed his true feelings to me.
My chest seemed empty.
Do I like him? I have no idea.
Then, the goddess was no longer a goddess, and my love grew wildly in the same snow.
Chang'an, why can't it be Chang'an?
"He is the third shining sun in my heart."
Intention: Endless life is a kind of inheritance