Shen Yan has lived for five hundred years and can do everything except being tempted.
She wears a red dress stained with old blood, and kills people without hiding blood. Blood splattered on her face and she waited for it to dry on its own. Fingers are always clean. Fingertips are still clean even after reading a book, pouring tea, or twisting a peanut.
She knows that she is good-looking, and that her attractive physique is both a talent and a tool. She allows others to love her and even leads others to love her. But she doesn't respond, refuse, or take responsibility.
You love me, that's your business.
On the night of the frost, the temple in Zhongnan Mountain was abandoned, and a young monk came walking through the snow with a lantern. He had an old silver ring in his left ear and a light brown mole in his right ear. He squatted in front of her and said, "Master asked me to wait for someone."
Shen Yan stretched out his hand and twisted the mole with his fingertips.
"It looks good," she said.
The young monk's ears burned red. He didn't know that three hundred years ago, a monk drew a talisman on an orchid leaf with blood in the same abandoned temple. They don't know that they are a created "human race". Little does he know that from this moment on, he has stepped into a five-hundred-year-old network.
——He is just the first.
Lu Xuanying, the deacon of the Ruins Town Department, had an obsidian nail on the left ear bone and the word "sin" tattooed on the right collarbone. He hated her so much that his sword was tilted three inches.
Pei Du, the head of the Market Suppression Department, had three silver rings in each ear and a mandala on his back. He had lived for three hundred years and listed her in the center of the wall, waiting for her to be the last dish.
There is also a red-haired fox demon, Yin Tang, who has no intention of doing anything but is stubborn and has been guarding an orchid for three years.
Everyone wants her.
But Shen Yan doesn't want anyone.
She wears red clothes, kills without avoiding blood, and cannot learn to be tempted in five hundred years. But every frost, she would go back to the abandoned temple and sit under the broken wall all night, with a cup of cool tea in front of her.
No one knew who she was waiting for. Including herself.
——Until someone picked up the cup of tea and said, "I'll heat it up when it's cold. I have plenty of time."
Concept: A female-oriented heroine: a story about a woman who cannot be tamed by anyone. She can love, hurt, and lose, but she will always stand, turn around, and go out of her own way
