We are rattlesnakes who have lost themselves and eaten our own tail.
The cycle goes on and on, without beginning or end.
The flower of the high mountains, the arrogant young lady x the free and easy natural little Taoist priest
Warning: First person hypocritical/
The heroine is set to be Sister Bao's biological mother/
Sister Bao has a lot of affectionate content/
The essence is literature about running with the ball and running with the ball./
Short story estimated to be 20,000 to 30,000 words/
oocserious/
It is essentially an imaginary history, year and event. The original characters may not be correct. Please do not delve into it/
The author himself has little understanding of Taoist culture/
The author himself has little understanding of genetics (the author is essentially hopelessly illiterate)/
The plot of the story is very small in nature. It does not involve national hatred and family feud, but only the love-hate entanglement of a few people/
There are some sources of inspiration, but if I mention them directly it would be a spoiler, so I will release the sources of inspiration after the full text/
From the original work, BE or HE learns from the heart
Intention: Who in this world has not lost something while walking?