She avenged her mother and massacred thirty-five people in the village, and was called a devil by the world.
In order to atone for her sins, she knelt down into the immortal gate and worshiped her master, who was dressed in white as snow.
From then on, buildings were built, demolished, and built again. Scrape the bones, carve out the flesh, and scrape again.
He polished her in the cruelest way and said it was mercy.
She thought that the end of all hardships would be salvation, but she didn't know—
This gentle and jade-like master had sown all the calamities in this life for her in her previous life.
In the name of love, abuse is the blade. The deepest tenderness in this world is to crush you into the dust and then personally hold you to nirvana.
