I am the last goddess to pray in the human world. I have lived in the Buddhist hall for thousands of years. My heart is like glass, without waves or waves.
But I met a man named Yan Chi who knelt down to the Buddha a thousand times with his mortal body, but he could only ask for two words - Qingli.
Please lower my eyes, beg me to be moved, beg me to break the divine bones, abandon the divine position, and become an ordinary couple with him in the world.
I am a god who has different paths, but he said he would go against heaven.
Weird but novel.