The Lucky Little Seedling at the Same Table Is Wilting!

Shen Pingle has a secret. He can see the "luck seedlings" above everyone's head. The greenery is luck, the yellowish and gray color is distress, and the thick black like ink... Means destruction. Until the boy named Lin Zhan appeared - his seedlings were gray-black on the verge of withering that Shen Pingle had never seen before. Shen Pingle: "You are the forest full of stars in my pink daydream!" Lin Zhan: "The morning light rises from the top of the white tower and will eventually illuminate the hazy place." "We fall, we are broken, we fall into the abyss, but we are eventually lifted up and healed, and we have nothing to fear." The god fell to the earth just to embrace that unworthy and dirty young man whom he regarded as a treasure. Reading Guide This is a story about redemption and healing, clumsy approach and firm protection. Watch how the little sun of the fishing system melts the iceberg, and watch how the dying seedlings regain their lives under the moonlight. Intention: The morning light rises from the top of the white tower and will eventually illuminate the hazy place