This is a story about being alive.
The heroine is a woman who has lived for ten thousand years. Clad in snow-white robes, she is as cool and aloof as an immortal banished from heaven.
As she waits to die in a ruined temple, a little girl fleeing disaster offers her half a steamed bun.
To repay that meal, she leaves the mountains and enters the mortal world.
From then on, a legend takes shape in the cultivation world.
But she doesn’t know that what truly changes her isn’t the earth-shaking battles, but the little things:
A bowl of porridge. A jujube. Someone who gets up early every day to cook porridge for her.
His name is Ye Lan, and he is the enemy who once struck her master with a sword.
He comes to repay his debt, but ends up giving himself in payment.
“I’ll stay until you no longer have to drink porridge alone.”
She says nothing, but the corner of her mouth twitches.
Later, the words she says to him most often are:
“The porridge is in the pot. Help yourself.”
“Add two jujubes tomorrow.”
“You can leave your heart here, too.”
Later still, Liu Family Village is full of people.
There is mist from beyond, sinners from the immortal realm, a gatekeeper who has awakened, and ordinary mortals.
Some learn to cry, some learn to laugh, some learn to count the stars, and some learn to teach.
They are all alive.
Living life to the fullest.
And as she sits in the courtyard, drinking porridge and watching them, she suddenly realizes:
She has a heart, too.
And it is right where it belongs.
