A flower bloomed on the far shore. A white-haired man knelt before it, his gaze spanning ten thousand years.
Seas turned to fields, and the world changed.
He took his hand, returning with him to the place where it all began.
Our black hair entwined. Let me repay the mistake I made millions of years ago.
Without you, how could my heart ever be at peace?
He appeared before him once more, this time as a fortune-teller, and revealed a conspiracy a century in the making.
Who says immortals can't have white hair? Who says men can't love one another? Why fear defying heaven for you?
"My love for you is a disease, and no medicine can cure it."
I would make the world my enemy to stay by your side forever.
I have no regrets in this life.
