On the first day after transmigrating, Jiang Wan fell into the barren lands of the Demon Realm.
On the third day, she was stuffed into the Demon Palace as a gift.
On the fifth day, she discovered that the Demon Venerable spent every day munching on melon seeds and reading storybooks.
"Aren't you the Demon Venerable?"
"Mm."
"Don't you cultivate?"
"It's boring."
"Don't you fight?"
"Can't be bothered."
"Then... do you eat?"
He silently set down his storybook and glanced at her. "Can you cook?"
Later, a rumor spread through the demon clans: The Venerable was very fond of his human gift. Every day, he had ingredients brought in and personally cooked her a meal.
Later still, when a hundred thousand righteous cultivators laid siege to the city, he stood before the palace gates with a blade in hand.
Someone behind him tugged at his sleeve. "Are you coming back for dinner?"
He turned around. "Make sweet and sour ribs."
"Got it."
He smiled, for the first time looking like a living person.
"That's all that matters. Wait for me."
Theme: Hope is a beam of light in the midst of despair
