Yuan Shu Seeking Fate

Unheard of old dreams, I wake up in a foreign land, clean my mind and ride towards the rising sun. The night rain in the rivers and lakes has happened through the ages, and there are endless ghosts and monsters. The stems are cut off in all directions, and the years are bad for the years. I am used to watching the waxing and waning flow of light. The spring breeze of peaches and plums arrives overnight, and all over the world, girls forgive me.