Ling Huaiyu (attack) × Mu Yizhao (receiver)
"Huaiyu rain moistens the spring bank, and the leisurely sunshine reflects the willow embankment"
Ling Huaiyu (attack) × Mu Yizhao (receiver)
"The beauty of the clouds is reflected in the dream of Huaiyu"
When Ling Huaiyu opened his eyes again, he had a splitting headache. He should have been lying on the table chasing articles, but now he was lying on the bed. There were many people he didn't know and dressed strangely around him. There were also many memories in his mind that were different from his appearance.
Mu Yizhao, who was far away in Luoying Mountain in search of medicinal materials, received an invitation from the old man at home. "It's the sick man from Tingzhou Ling's family who has just recovered from a serious illness. It's really a strange thing about Dayu." He thought to himself, "Go and have a look, otherwise the old man will nag me again. It's just a good time to see the pulse condition that hasn't been seen in a hundred years."
Intention: Huaiyu moistens the spring bank, and the beautiful scenery reflects the willow embankment