I quietly conceived a story. This story is like a seed, buried in the bottom of my heart. When I read all the mountains and seas, it may sprout and become a lush tree. This story is about a hermit and a Taoist priest. There may be a bit of fragrance in the narration process. The names of the protagonists are Bai Shixi and Shen Huaian. That ray of fragrance is called Yaoyao.
Intention: In the long river of history, time intersects, and we will eventually meet.