The little orange that became a sperm was picked up and brought home by a living banished fairy who only wanted to make an orange lantern.
Little Orange is crying
Every day when I wake up, I touch the hands and feet that are still there and breathe a sigh of relief: I hope they will still be there tomorrow.
Finally, one day, Little Orange can no longer be afraid
Because Orange Benju fell into a more sinister world.
The banished immortal was helpless and sighed.
I went down to earth to pick up oranges.
Intention: Eat more fruits