In their previous lives, he was a supreme deity free of worldly attachments, and she was a night-blooming cereus who had waited a thousand years. In the end, he saved all creation but failed her. Later, everyone said the flower bloomed only once, but no one knew it had bloomed only for Weituo. In this life, he was an immortal who governed the eight directions, and she was a little girl he had picked up. After weathering countless trials, she asked, “Immortal, if we could banish all parting sorrow from our eyes, would we still believe that people in this world can grow old together?”
Demons, humans, ghosts, monsters, immortals: where does each finally belong? They are all lovesick souls lost in the mortal world, unable to see past their sorrow.
