On their wedding night, she stabbed the dagger with her own hands, but she only received a chuckle from him:
"What's the matter, madam?"
He was unscathed and had a cunning smile, turning her carefully planned killing into a ridiculous farce.
A husband who cannot be killed, a devil's cave that cannot be escaped.
She fell deeper and deeper, only to realize that the mortal body actually housed two ten thousand-year-old gods trapped in the mirror world.
In desperate situations, they were the ones who pulled her back from the brink of death time and time again.
He wanted to die, but he saw completely different lights in the two souls.
One is like warm jade, the other is like wild fire.
Who should I hold hands with?
Purpose: When a mortal encounters two gods, he refuses to be the pet of the immortal in the palm of his hand. My destiny is up to me and not up to God.
