As the saying goes, Heaven’s way is ever-changing, and fate is impossible to predict. The day she died, her heart turned to iron.
The ghosts of the underworld saw her and thought the end of days had come. Immortals in the heavens saw her as a curse and avoided her at all costs.
She wielded her whip and roamed unchecked for over four hundred years, never once losing a fight, until one day, a self-proclaimed rogue immortal showed up.
He smiled gently. “Fate is written in Heaven, but destiny is not for mortals to decide. Hello, Miss Xie.”
From then on, she felt as though she had fallen into the depths of infernal torment, suffering day after day.
He was a stain stuck to her clothes, impossible to shake off or scrub clean, and a jinx who made trouble at every turn while she was on duty.
She saw him and thought the end of days had come. She saw him as a curse and avoided him at all costs.
But once everything had settled, she discovered that the truth was often even more devastating than the version she had convinced herself was true.
