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The grass on the Lili plain dries up and flourishes every year. Wildfires cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows. Existing everywhere in the mortal world. That era was different from now, with a backward small mountain village and a feudal group of people. Purgatory again and again pushed her into the abyss. She survived from a desperate situation and lived like a weed... We have a long time to come, and we are most afraid of falling in love over time! The tea is cold when people leave, and the world is hot and cold.