(A god who looks cold but is softhearted × a cold and merciless, stubbornly in-denial messenger of the Underworld)
Qing Luo had only meant to put on an act. Gods had always been detached and dispassionate, looking upon life and death with indifference.
But she had a heart that felt everything, and could not bear to see good people suffer.
To clear the names of the dead, she tried to change the fates of mortals. But what was bad, and what was good? What price came with changing mortal destinies? In the end, time and space fell into chaos, fate shifted, and the three of them were forced into the cracks between worlds.
They had tasted sweetness and bitterness alike. The immortal of old had become tainted by the mortal world, her once-pure white wings brought down from their pedestal and touched by love.
And the one who belonged to the darkness, a cold-hearted denizen of hell, was willing to break a seal for the immortal he had once disdained.
Qing Luo: “I’ve let myself fall in love for you. Don’t you owe me something in return?”
Yan Li: “Let someone else be King of Hell. Having you in my arms is what I’ve wished for over ten thousand years.”
(Complete. Dive in with confidence.)
