“Mist gathers the scent of cinnabar; waves carry the fragrance of angelica.”
A vermilion imperial inscription, enduring through the ages.
A tragic romance spanning two lives, a love destined across three.
In their first life, he was a regent whose power overshadowed the court, and she was an aloof and noble princess.
In their second life, he was a carefree immortal lord, and she was a quirky little fairy.
In their third life, he was a cold and proud immortal lord, and she was an innocent, lovable rabbit spirit.
They say, “In love, the person who is betrayed will have a mole on their left hand, while someone with a mole on their right hand has betrayed the person they loved most.” As it happens, I have a mole on my right hand. Perhaps that is why the Hibiscus Fairy bestowed the name Cinnabar upon me.
