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The flowers bloom and the birds chirp, and the wind and rain drift away the beauty. Heavy sorrows pile up the mountains, and I ponder the bounds of the sea. Dependent origin is evil.

Emotions, bonds, ideals, temperament, desires, responsibilities, responsibilities... Zhou Cheng, who was born in this world, why did fate want him to come here? Everything seems clear, but hidden behind the extremely hazy truth is the god of fate who is toying with the world.