On the day I died, the red fruits all over the mountain were withered.
The hawthorn melted in the palm of my hand, and I thought of Qingwu's curved eyebrows again.
He taught me how to tie my hair, made a promise to protect me throughout my life, and saved me when I was dying.
It's a pity that I dug out the inner elixir and dug out the evil heart.
The majestic mountain god didn't even leave any bones behind.
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Once reborn, we were back before we first met.
At that time, I thought God would give me a chance to make amends, but when he opened his eyes, his bright smile no longer appeared, and his eyebrows were cold.
Only then did I know that the simple and easy-to-deceive little mountain god would never come back.
[Herb-gathering Girl × Mountain God]
A short story, a short story, about 3 chapters.
Intention: pure love