There is an ancient legend in this small town.
According to legend, in the Middle Ages, this was a forest.
The witches in the forest are good at love potions, boil them with their sprout love as raw materials, and sell them to passing travelers.
Over time, as the materials ran out, the witch’s heart gradually became dry and cold, without a trace.
So she could no longer make a love potion, nor could she stay young forever.
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