Jingyue never thought in her whole life that she would eventually return to the origin of everything after the smoke cleared. However, facing their blank memories, Jingyue was at a loss.
"How can I remind you of the past?"
"That's all, I shouldn't have made a bet with her in the first place. How could you become the bet?"
"I surrender this bet."
From then on, a wall separated us from thousands of years of spring and autumn, as well as thousands of years of friendship.
"I've let it go, can't you let it go?"
"From the moment you gave up on me, we couldn't go back."
"It's true that things back then had their own difficulties, but I don't want to settle old scores anymore. Just let me go..."
She is the goddess of elements and he is the god Shura. She is the white moonlight that he cannot love, and he is the cinnabar mole that she once had.
