Her gentle words are like dandelions floating in the sky, floating in the arms of a breeze between heaven and earth. But as the wind blows, it slowly disperses and splashes, trying to reach out and grab, but not knowing which one to grab. I can't find which is the real seed, which is her true heart, until it completely disappears, but still people can't touch everything.

"Actually, I wonder why I care so much about him. When I first learned that he was a reincarnate, I was ordered to go and fabricate a new identity. The people in that small mountain village are very simple. They can give me...