Spring passed and autumn came.
Another year had gone by.
...
A gentle, nourishing rain descended, carrying an enduring vitality that moisturized all things on the great earth.
Lying in the pond, Luo Xiu slowly opened his eyes, gazing entranced at the gray, hazy sky.
A soft, chubby little hand suddenly reached for his face and gave it a gentle pinch.
Luo Xiu turned his head to look at the group of chubby little toddlers beside him, a smile appearing on his face.
During these forty long years, he had felt trapped in a cage, unable to do anything but think.
His only companions, besides the Flower Vine, were the adorable little golden carp in the pond.
