Those quiet eyes gradually became clear. Someone is smiling at me from afar, calling me Aruo, and giving me a crooked cicada. Someone is coming from outside the mountains and forests, tempting me to risk my life for a short and beautiful orchid, to rush to the world of mortals, to taste a fruit, and to meet a group of people who are destined to be destined. In the mountain forest in my dream, the vegetation was swaying gently, and a clear stream flowed. The wind whispered across my wet fingertips, telling me a strange and familiar story. Someone called me Awu softly.
Who is Aruo? Who is Awu?
Who I am?
Purpose: On the road to self-pursuit, there are always people and things worth cherishing