Zhen Zhen's fate was to be constantly transplanted. Her humble grass was moved here and there by various forces. People planted plants according to local conditions, but they found a hole for her and buried her anywhere, without allowing her a chance to adapt to the soil. So she decided to pretend to be dead, but her good young master burned her with evil fire. She cried and asked the young master how he could repay kindness with revenge. The young master answered her innocently: "Zhen Zhen, aren't you a grass? People say that grass is like 'wild fire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze blows it again.' I am helping you to be reborn!" Zhen Zhen looked at the smile of the young master who was planning to burn it again, and silently shivered in the corner. (Happy little sweet article)
Intention: Wild fire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows and rekindles it