A Pillow of Yellow Rice, Thousands of Miles of Peach Trees

There are threads on the fingertips that affect destiny, There is a purple light in the eyes reflecting the reincarnation. Where peach blossoms are flying, there are traces of the myth that has not died; When the sky is filled with stars, it is the silence after thousands of years of nuclear fire has cooled down. God finally settled on the ninth son. But that has nothing to do with him. Only this time—— He didn't want to lose to Tian.