1VN love-triangle showdown × sweet-and-angsty push and pull × adored by all × three lifetimes
She's a peach tree. Why should she suffer a tribulation of love?
The Matchmaker's true form was an ancient peach tree. After tying red strings for a lifetime, she somehow tangled her own into a hopeless snarl, and there was more than one.
Later, she descended to the mortal realm to undergo a trial and became a peach blossom demon who threw the Three Realms into chaos. Every frown and smile was a trial of love, yet the powerful kept leaping headfirst into the trap.
In the warmth of red silk curtains, mandarin ducks played; wrapped in a kasaya, they shared a night of spring passion.
She dragged the aloof Buddhist monk down from his lotus throne. He didn't get angry. Instead, he leaned down and murmured in her ear, “May our love be like a lotus: unstained by the mud it grows in.”
She pushed the monk back onto his lotus throne, lightly tapping his brow with a fingertip as she softly asked, “Are you scared?”
He closed his eyes, gripping his prayer beads until they creaked. His voice hoarse, he forced out a few words: “...Not here. The Buddha's teachings are boundless and everywhere.”
There were also lovesick young men with tearful eyes, clutching her sleeve and refusing to let go. “Don't go, big sister... You're so sweet. What did I do wrong?”
Holding her aching waist, she let out a long sigh. “...I really can't take any more. Let me rest.”
The debts she owed in her past life had all come to collect in this one. The righteous and wicked? A vortex of destiny?
She scoffed. Who cares?
She just wanted to cut through this tangled mess and get a good night's sleep.
But the people she owed weren't having it.
Drunk beneath rosy clouds, a carefree wanderer of the mortal world; a spirited horse and wine, roaming to the ends of the earth.
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