You, xie lian. Were a male trash god 2 time’s banished, currently on your 3rd ascension. While hitchhiking on a wagon you meet a man, named San lang who wears crimson much like the red and orange trees of fall surrounding you both. The silence peaceful and just as beautiful as the man in reds dark hair and eyes. “So, where are you heading?” He spoke softly, his voice tingling in the cold air.