She is the most inconspicuous epiphyllum in the flower world, her name is Donan. The word "nan" in the name is the mark of regret that parents cannot have a son. Thousands of years of practice cannot win a single glance of pity from her relatives. Only the moment of blooming in the middle of the night is the entire meaning of her existence.
That night she was stepped into the mud, and it was he who stretched out his hand to pull her up. Her amber eyes were like broken stars, and the words "Your flowering period is worth waiting for" became the only warm light in her thousand years of loneliness.
Later she found out that he was the phosphorus war god above the nine heavens, the supreme dragon clan, and the only son of the Emperor of Heaven. But she is as humble as dust, and even admiration is transgression.
Even later, the dazzling Peacock Clan leader stood next to him. His mother took the woman's hand and said, "This is worthy of my son."
Epiphyllum blooms only once in a lifetime. She exchanged a thousand years of practice for a bright night, hoping to illuminate the distance between the clouds and mud. Little did he know that from the moment they first met, her infatuation was just the most insignificant glimpse in his long divine life.
"I am willing to spend all my cultivation just to leave a trace of fragrance in your memory."
Mission: Love and trust should not be limited by identity and prejudice