After Dai Mei gained immortality, she realized that immortality is a gentle torture.
She watched her relatives grow old and her homeland change. Only the cold and unchanging god beside her was her eternal coordinate.
She used her cooking skills as a blade and time as a fire, clumsily trying to heat a piece of eternal ice.
After sixty years of wandering in the world, she held the spoon while he tasted it; she laughed and cursed, while he watched silently.
She thought he would never understand love.
Little did he know that he had long been accustomed to fending off the splashing oil stars for her, taking over the heavy luggage, and even... Began to be jealous of the fireworks around her.
