Little Flower Spirit [Interstellar]

Jǐn Chū was a little flower spirit who only bore fruit once every thousand years. During his first thousand years, he meticulously and expectantly prepared to produce his first fruit of his spirit life. Unexpectedly, a man flew by, and a drop of his blood splattered onto Jǐn Chū's pistil. Jǐn Chū: ......Ahhhhhh!!! My fruit!!!!!!

His fruit, which was originally only his, inexplicably fused with the genes of a wild man. Jǐn Chū was so angry he cried, wanting to bite someone, yet he couldn't. He also had to find a way to save this hateful man.

"You saved me, I want to repay you," the man said.

"No need, no need," Jǐn Chū said, rolling up his sleeves to shoo him away. "Goodbye, bye-bye, have a good journey, never see you again!"

Jǐn Chū sullenly hugged his fruit, waiting for it to mature, comforting himself that even though it had fused with human genes, it was still his good fruit.

However—One year, two years, three years...A delicate young boy touched his belly and asked the big tree mournfully, "Uncle Tree, why isn't my fruit growing up?"The big tree, only a little over a hundred years old but with a large body, shivered. Racking its brains, it carefully suggested to the planet's overlord before him, "Perhaps it needs another father to touch it, kiss it, and hug it every day?"Jǐn Chū: ......So he still had to go find that human? His face hurt so much, he wanted to cry.