She guarded He Ju in this flower house. Day after day, when she got bored, she would go to the yard to take care of the flowers and flutter butterflies, as well as the bamboo forest in the back mountain and the creek in the distance. When she got tired, she would pick a few wild flowers and put them on He Ju's bedside, waiting for him to wake up.
He treasured his flowers, but as spring passed and autumn came, the flowers bloomed and withered again. It's been a year. If I hadn't taken over the seeds of your precious flowers, you would never have seen your precious flowers again when you woke up.
Ji Qing didn't understand the passage of time, nor did she understand birth, old age, illness and death. She waited day by day, year by year for He Ju to wake up. Unfortunately, she had nothing but this fresh, well-preserved corpse.
"Don't wait, he won't wake up." Ji Qing, a bystander, couldn't stand being trapped here all the time. He was really bored to death.
"No, I have to wait, wait a little longer, and He Ju will wake up." Ji Qing gently stroked He Ju's hair, just like he often did.
"Hey, stupid girl, instead of waiting aimlessly like this, why don't you go to other small worlds to find out if there is any way to revive him and do something at least, it's better than being trapped here!" Ji Qing, a bystander, complained, and saw that the idiot really had an idea. He quickly opened a tunnel in the small world, looked back at him firmly, and left without looking back.
Intention: No CP