May We Grow Old Together, My Love

[Cold, beautiful High God # Deeply devoted Demon Lord] A grand romance between an immortal and a demon.

Li Rumeng thought she would live a peaceful life in Jiangzhou. Then, one day, she was summoned back, and her peaceful life was over. She never expected to discover that she had even been promised in marriage as a child.

Faced with two men who loved her deeply, one was Mu Jiuzhou, the God of War prince of the Eastern Zhou Kingdom, and the other was Jun Ruobai, who loved her so much he was willing to give up everything for her.

How should she choose?

When she returned to the Immortal Realm, she became an exalted ancient Divine Venerable, while he became the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm. Since gods and demons had always been mortal enemies, what would become of his love?

He led the demon army to hover above the Heavenly Realm and cried out again and again, "Doesn't the Immortal Realm preach universal love for all living beings? Why did the Divine Venerable save all beings, yet refuse to save me, the Demon Lord?"

Then she suddenly understood. Yes, the gods pitied all living beings. There was no harm in saving one more realm of demons.

Only after she pulled out her immortal bones and exchanged them for his, then sacrificed herself to the Mirror of Heaven and Earth to save the demons and all living beings, did he realize how terribly wrong he had been.

All he had ever wanted was her alone. What did the rest of the world matter to him?

Where in this world could he find even a trace of her now? He had been too stubborn, foolishly hoping to win her love and keep her by his side.

Where could he go to find her now, across all of Heaven and Earth...

The Lord of the Immortals was overcome with grief. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his black hair turned white in an instant. "In the end, she really did fall in love with him. She sacrificed herself and traded away her immortal bones for his sake."

But who knew that he loved her no less than the Demon Lord?

From then on, only sorrow remained to accompany him through life...

When the blossoms have all fallen, only lonely grief remains. A dream ends, and you are gone. Deep love, but fate too shallow, leaves only sorrow behind. A song of longing lasts until dawn.