Three hundred years ago, he was a gloomy and abandoned son in the palace, and she was a lonely disciple under his master's sect. She deliberately provoked him, but he secretly confronted her. She saved his life, and he gave her a wooden hairpin.
Later, they were left far behind by the smoke and dust of history. She forgot to give the hairpin to the person, and he guarded it and dared not recognize it. Three hundred years later, she is the demon master who will not be accepted by the underworld, and he is the new demon king who is looking at the three worlds. At a banquet, old friends reunited, the bell rang on her wrist, and his heart was broken.
Intention: Regarding the fact that my enemy later became my exclusive patron saint.