In the Underworld, there is a flower called the Other Shore Flower.
Blood-red, beautiful, unrestrained, and bewitchingly exquisite.
The Other Shore Flower blooms on the other shore. You can see the flower, but not its leaves.
It blooms for a thousand years and withers for a thousand years. Flower and leaf are never seen together.
He once whispered tenderly, "A Zhu, I would shed a thousand years of immortal bones for you, in exchange for one day of bloom."
She once promised through tears, "I would fall forever into the Avici Hell in exchange for a hundred lifetimes of peace for you."
The flower's fragrance has the power to awaken memories of one's former life.
He once said gently, "A Zhu, I remember our past life. You broke your vow."
She once cried in despair, "You were the one who betrayed me first, leaving me to suffer in hell."
Love is not bound by cause and effect; fate decides life and death.
