When I was a child, I was targeted by a handsome young man who called himself Orion. Until the national adviser led his troops to encircle and suppress him, blue scales appeared all over his body: "I am hunting for the luck of the emperor, but you are an exception."
He is a glutton. I became the most special "collection" in his long life.
When his cold mark took root in my blood, and when our descendants began to see the black smoke of death and be dragged into the abyss by the invisible contract - I realized that this was not love, but the beginning of a curse.
In the territory of the ferocious beast that devoured the dragon's veins, next to the Guixu fissure where time was frozen, this pregnant mortal woman began to use wax pills, herbs and the remaining humanity to build a shelter for the future generations who were destined to be cursed.
Later generations called it: Hidden Sun Valley.
The story of me and him was written in blood as the first prologue of a thousand-year hidden family struggle.
