I was supposed to be the most noble little highness in hell, but I was born to be abandoned by heaven.
Gods and Buddhas will not save me, and the world will despise me. The only woman who ever gave me warmth pierced the sealing blade into my heart with her own hands.
"You are a devil and must be sealed." She said.
I hated her for a thousand years.
On the day the seal was broken, I woke up from the end of the underworld and found that I had become a professor of ancient Chinese at the university.
And her reincarnation is sitting in my classroom, looking at me with those same eyes.
I wanted to destroy her. But she handed me a cup of hot tea and asked me, "Are your eyes hurting?"
This is the first time in a thousand years that someone has asked me if it hurts.
But she didn't know—the last scene reflected in those eyes that could see all the days of death would always be her killing me with her own hands.
I let go of hatred and learned to love, but I had to go back to hell to be that lonely king.
She said wait for me.
But she doesn't know that the Manzhushahua in hell has been blooming for a thousand years, and it's her who I've been waiting for.
