His name is Pingping, and I am An An. I am a lily on the shore, and he is a bee sitting on the lily.
We have been together since we became demons and have never been separated again.
One day, a Taoist priest was rescued by us. He gave us two bottles of potion and said that if we drink it, we can be reincarnated and truly become a human being.
But he gave Pingping a bottle of Wangqing water.
Ping Ping forgot everything, I was cursed by the Taoist, and I will be trapped on this desolate mountain forever.
Fortunately, Ping Ping always reincarnates in a family not far from here. During the three hundred years I have been waiting for him, I have been able to see him a few times.
Sometimes he is a young boy, sometimes he is married and has children, and takes his family to the mountains for fun. The closest I got to him was when he came closer and gently sniffed my petals.
This time, he was finally reincarnated on this mountain.
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"Don't be afraid of me," he said softly, "Ping Ping, three hundred years is really a long time."
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Tips: I write it as I see fit, no guarantee of updates, short story.
Intention: Love that spans time.