Above the sky, the twelve constellations have ruled the galaxy for eternity. They are cold and aloof, overlooking all things in the world.
They are star gods revered by the world. Their joy and anger are invisible, and their hearts are like a cold pond that has not wavered for thousands of years. They are worshiped by the three realms and remain aloof.
Until a ray of mortal soul fell into the star palace and shattered the cold sky.
When she was young, her life was rough and she suffered all kinds of suffering in the world. She thought she could only walk alone in her life, but she didn't know that the twelve constellations had already set their sights on her.
Some people wear battle armor to clear away the troubles in the world for her, some people write pens and ink to plan the way forward for her, and some people are full of violence and only serve as her safe haven.
Everyone else said that Xingxu was arrogant and never bowed to mortals, but to her alone, the Twelve Star Gods were willing to step down from their divine positions and bow down.
The galaxies are surging, the stars are returning to their positions, and all the tenderness in the world is reserved for her only from now on.
The past life was riddled with thorns, but this life is full of galaxies.
The twelve constellations rushed to her and gave her everything to give her a safe and worry-free life.
