The Ascension of Rice Insects

The first time we met, she was a little beggar, dirty all over, eating a dirty steamed bun with her head down. He held a feather fan, covered the tip of his nose, and said with disgust in his eyes: It really stinks. The second time we met, she was a woman who had been abandoned by her husband's family. She was working in the fields and her body was covered in mud. He took a handkerchief, wiped the dust-free snow-white sleeves on his body, and said unhappily: It's really dirty. The third time we met, she was the lowest servant in the Immortal Sect, her whole body was dusty and dirty. Wearing gorgeous clothes, he said with disdain on his face: Do you know how to live? She looked confused, thinking he would leave like the previous two times. Little did she know that as that person took her by her side, a magnificent world slowly unfolded before her eyes.