Eyebrows Dropped to Shoulders

He guarded a withered peach tree for three hundred years, waiting for someone to come back from the reincarnation. That spring equinox, the peach trees suddenly sprouted new buds. A girl stumbled into the valley, hugged the tree trunk and cried: "I dreamed that something was buried under this tree." He pushed aside the soil and took out the concentric knot she had buried with her own hands. The red rope had faded to moon white. The girl looked up at him, her tears still wet: "This knot... Was tied by me, right?" It turns out that a few lifetimes of immortality are not worth an old thing that is recognized at a glance.