On the day I died, he poured poisoned wine into me with his own hands.
Three hundred years ago, I was the leader of the evil way, and he was the flower of the high mountain.
I chased him for thirty years, but he avoided me for thirty years.
I thought he hated me. Everyone thought he hated me.
It wasn't until I died in front of him that he was finally willing to tell me the truth.
"In your next life, don't do evil things again. Come to me. I'll wait for you."
Three hundred years later, I am alive. Living in the body of a useless disciple whose spiritual roots have been destroyed.
His sect is called Qingxu Sect. He is the direct disciple of the sect leader.
And I am the lowest servant disciple in his sect.
He doesn't recognize me. I won't let him recognize it either.
In this life, I will not chase him again. I would make him look at me, step by step, to get out of his reach.
Then when he kneels down to beg me, tell him -
"The devil is perverse and unworthy of love."
This is what you said to me back then. Now give it back to you.
Concept: Hate and love are sometimes the same thing
