[He Xijiao Iris Xia Yuan × Qi He, the leader of the Crane clan]
(Reunion after a long separation/adventure/pursuing the truth)
In the thirteenth year of the Republic of China, on the bustling avenue of Nanli City, a beggar was lying on the ground like a bedbug in ragged clothes. Xia Yuan, the eldest daughter of the Xia family, saw this and gave a wad of banknotes to the beggar. She sprinkled it on the rag spread in front of the beggar like snow flakes. She also picked up a bottle of fresh milk from the cloth. The glass bottle was shiny and said, "I'm buying this bottle of fresh milk. There's no need to look for it." The beggar was a woman, forty or fifty years old. Seeing the banknotes falling in front of her, she kept nodding her head and smiled flatteringly, with wrinkles showing at the corners of her eyes.
Xia Yuan smiled lightly, wearing a light purple cheongsam with delicate dark patterns, and the jade pendant on her waist jingled, as clear and crisp as the gurgling mountain spring water. The satin high heels tapped on the ground, and the sound slowly disappeared.
"Bah-ta-", something fell. The beggar saw it and picked it up. It was a piece of purple jade, a warm and high-quality material. This was considered a treasure.
While she was thinking this, she rubbed it, unable to put it down, and the faint fragrance lingered in front of her, making people intoxicated.
She was so immersed in the joy of getting the baby that she didn't notice at all that something was surging under the purple jade, as if it was about to break through its surface.
At the same time, in the western suburbs of Nanli, the desert stretched as far as the eye could see. An unprecedented storm came and yellow sand flew all over the sky.
The yellow sand rustled, and finally, it piled up into the shape of a pair of fishes, with yin and yang and eight trigrams, creating and restraining each other.
This book was written on July 23, 2024, and published on August 3, 2024. The outline of this article has been saved and the setting is fictitious.
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Concept: The butterfly flutters its wings and the wind and sand roll around.
