On the night I transmigrated into a supernatural tale, the evil spirit Shen Du smiled and told me he'd waited three hundred years for me.
He embraced me tenderly and devoutly kissed the back of my hand. The same words echoed again and again in his chest: “I finally found you.”
System notification: His affection for you is in the negatives. All he can think about is how to eat you.
The man in the painting on the wall wept bloody tears. And hidden in his arms was another person I couldn't see.
Three hundred years, seven lives. I wasn't the first, but he said I would be the last.
