There is a beast on Dongwang Mountain, named Baize, who can speak. The king is virtuous, and he will arrive when the light shines brightly in the distance.
Shatang held his head with both hands and looked at the master's chair in front of him, his unkempt silver hair flowing like a waterfall. He was completely unaware that the lazy master was fast asleep and the mythical beast that the sages and saints were seeking to visit was one and the same.
She wrote poems and paintings for him, and her works were popular in the three worlds and had countless fans, but he only knew how to grow vegetables and water flowers.
It wasn't until that snowy day a hundred years later that she was once again seduced by beauty and confessed to him.
"Pfft," was his answer.
Lift the table and put things away, I don't want to serve you anymore!
Concept: The journey of a love-minded woman transforming into a career-oriented woman
