Reaching for the Stars

It's Qingming again. Zhuangtou put a bun in front of his grave as usual. Buried in the grave were his ashes after being crushed by his own mother. But now, what replaces his bones is the useless stick that the immortal world has been looking for for thousands of years. The wind blows and the skirt hems. He had been her for too many years. No matter which of the two useless sticks on her body was exposed, she would definitely die. To live freely and to be a man, for her, they are both extravagant wishes. Until, that day...