Dear Mr. Lu

Jinchu is a little flower spirit. He bears fruit only once every thousand years. At the end of his very first millennium, he was cautiously and expectantly preparing to produce the very first fruit of his spirit life—when out of nowhere, a man flew over and a drop of his blood splattered right onto Jinchu’s stamen.Jinchu: “…AAAAHHHH!!! MY FRUIT!!!!!”His fruit, which was supposed to be his alone, had somehow been fused with a stranger’s genes. Jinchu cried in anger and wanted to bite someone—but unfortunately, he couldn’t, and worse, he had to find a way to save this detestable guy.“You saved my life. I want to repay you,” said the man.“No thanks, no thanks.” Jinchu rolled up his sleeves and shooed him away. “Goodbye, bye-bye, take care, and never see you again!”—Jinchu gloomily cradled his fruit, waiting for it to ripen, and comforted himself: even though it had human genes mixed in, it was still his good fruit.But then—One year passed. Two years. Three…A delicate-looking young man touched his belly and asked a big tree worriedly, “Uncle Tree, why won’t my fruit grow?”The big tree, who was only a hundred-odd years old and merely large in size, shuddered, racked his brains, and cautiously offered advice to the current overlord of the planet: “Maybe… it needs the other father to touch it, kiss it, and hug it every day?”Jinchu: …So he had to go find that human again? His face stung, and he cried in frustration.