I want to write a different world story that is different from the traditional style. I hope everyone will like it.
, Pronounced as year.
Everything in this world exists.
Yan Yang just took a nap, and when he woke up, he became a seven or eight-year-old child by the river.
No oracle, no mission, no idea of saving the world.
A white-haired girl poked him awake with a branch and asked him if he could be her friend.
That afternoon, he sat by the river and taught her to write one, two, three with a branch on the dirt.
He didn't know why he did this.
Maybe just out of boredom.
Later, the white-haired girl became a magic genius that the world looked up to. The bells of the holy city gradually became inaccurate, the oracle fell silent, the country collapsed, and the demons crossed the border.
Many people fluttered their wings and left their shadows in the moon.
This is a story about a stranger, a white-haired girl, a holy city, a princess, an oracle and an exile.
It was also the Heying they once existed together.
