[Two Female Leads / Immortals / Romance / Multiple Endings]
They say that in the bustling Pingkang Ward, the proprietress of the Drunken Immortality tavern, whose red sleeves flutter in the breeze, often wears a vermilion skirt and brews wine at the hour of the tiger.
Because of her unusual reputation, rumors claim that her Drunken Immortality wine lets people dream of their past lives and forget their pain. It has become the nectar everyone longs to taste.
On a rainy night, Hua Manlou “found” a woman at her courtyard gate. Moved by compassion, she took the woman home and lovingly nursed her back to health.
They met again late at night, in another heavy downpour. The youngest cleric burst through the carved door and pressed her icy sword to Hua Manlou’s neck. Her eyes burned with the fury of betrayal. She resented Hua Manlou for taking advantage of her while she had lost her memory, and resented herself even more for falling for that liar.
The threads of fate tangled like a riddle. When she angrily walked away and finally turned back, she saw someone else by Hua Manlou’s side. Her heart filled with bitterness, yet she had no right to compete for her. All she could do was retreat to the role of a friend and watch her walk toward the happiness she had thought was never meant for her.
