At the beginning of the story, I imagined a young priest wearing plain black uniforms trudging on a muddy road. He walked for a long time in a thick fog, carrying a heavy suitcase, and his whole body was full of exhaustion.
Until the bloody moonlight fell from the sky and broke through the leaden gray clouds in the sky, the witch of Qingqiu Forest sat on the pile of headless dragon corpses, silently looking into the distance.
I think the first time he and she looked at each other was as long as it lasted for centuries.
Concept: Interpretation of family affection