Adhering to Dyeing Flowers with Blood over the Years

This article is moderately happy + moderately sad + moderately sad, so it's not too tear-inducing (it varies from person to person). The heaven and earth were as chaotic as chicken eggs, and Pangu was born in them. Eight thousand years ago, the heaven and the earth were opened, and the clear yang became the sky, and the yin and turbidity became the earth. Pangu was in it, changing nine times a day, becoming a god in the sky and a saint in the earth. The sky is ten feet taller, the earth is ten feet thicker, and Pangu's sun is ten feet longer. It is like this for 8,000 years. The sky is extremely high, the earth is extremely deep, and Pangu is extremely long. Later there were three emperors. Counting starts from one, stands at three, becomes at five, flourishes at seven, and is at nine, so the heaven and the earth are ninety thousand miles apart. ————Excerpted from "Three and Five Calendars" "Who are you? Who are you? I beg you, tell me, who are you?" He was clearly standing in front of her, but she couldn't remember his appearance in her heart. ······ "You and I both have the word "month" in their names. Do you think this is fate?" "Fate? It seems so! Then from now on, you are my brother?" ······ "Yue'er, stop it..." "Stop? Back then, I begged them to stop and not to kill me. Who else stopped?" ······ "I am willing to destroy the sky and the earth, but I am reluctant to destroy you... Mu Han... Sometimes I really hate you... I hate that you took away the ruthlessness and cruelty that I deserve..." My QQ group: ☆Bathroom☆[Yuyi's Nest] 204427538