I calculated with my fingers that our meeting was due to fate.
The instigation of butterfly wings intertwines the threads of destiny. Every choice and every word of comfort will make the road different.
This is a ghost-killing story that travels back to the Warring States Period with a touch of everyday life.
The author felt that the writing looked like shit, so he decided to save the full text and revise it before publishing it. Readers can wait until now.
Purpose: Don't believe in God's destiny. Maybe it's just God's game.