She is the goddess of creation, holding the sun, moon and stars in her hands, and can turn the stars upside down with a single thought.
He is the Lord of Guixu, the one responsible for the end of all things, and can make all living beings disappear with a snap of his fingers.
They were the most perfect couple.
So she carved their names on the Sansheng Stone——
Not because of love, but because she wanted to make him angry.
Then she met a mortal.
He played the piano under the locust tree, and the sound was pleasant. He cooked porridge for her and kept it warm until she woke up. He said, "I like you even if you are a liar." He said, "I have been waiting for you for so long and I don't care to wait any longer."
She was moved for the first time.
But he is human.
On the day when his soul was gone, she used all her memories to create another soul for him.
But she forgot about him.
Then, she was imprisoned in the underworld for thirteen thousand years.
Transform the undead, peel off the soul, and collapse in pain.
She didn't know why she was here.
Don't know who I'm waiting for.
I don't know what was written in the letter buried under the poplar tree.
She only knew that there was a monk who chanted sutras next to her every day.
There is a tree that drops leaves for her every day.
She has been waiting for someone.
There is also someone who has been waiting for her.
---
Thirteen thousand years later, she returns.
He is still the same - few words, tough-tongued, and cares about her.
She started doing stupid things on purpose just to see him take care of her.
She began to secretly look at him all day long.
She began to care about where he was, what he was doing, whether he was looking at her.
She didn't know what it felt like.
But every time he stretched out his hand and flicked her forehead, her heart beat faster.
"Lin Yuan."
"Yeah."
"Do you like me?"
He was silent for a while.
"I like it."
"When did it start?"
He looked at her.
Those eyes are bottomless.
"Longer than you think."
More than she thought?
Earlier than that mortal?
Than she carved his name on the Sansheng Stone——
Still early?
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The three realms will be settled, and the underworld will be established.
Yama of the Tenth Palace returned to his throne, and Po Meng took control of the Wangchuan River again. At the bridgehead of Naihe, flowers bloomed on the other side.
And she and him had just begun.
This is a story about forgetting and waiting.
This is a story about loss and reunion.
This is a——
The story of the creation goddess who finally learned to love someone.
Intention: She thought she was the master of all things, but in the end she discovered that she was just a pawn on the chessboard of fate.
