On the day I confessed, I was kicked off a cliff by my crush.
Just because I'm ugly and don't deserve to like him.
I survived the catastrophe and was rescued by a group of spirits. They didn't look at my face, they only cared about whether I was hungry or cold. Those days were the only light in my life.
Until one day, a group of gods who claimed to be righteous came and with a finger, my light was extinguished.
I took the only remaining seriously injured Heavenly Thunder Bamboo and embarked on the path of cultivating immortality.
Watering, cultivating bamboo, fleeing, clinging to life. One day, I watered the bamboo and turned it into a treasure in the fairy world.
Later, those who had trampled on me, despised me, and taken everything from me knelt before me.
And the person who kicked me off the cliff is no longer qualified to get close to me.
