——Azui, whether you love me more or hate me more, tell me again at the well of reincarnation.
A long time ago, a little wine demon of unknown origin lived in seclusion in the mortal world.
A long, long time ago, in the Nine Heavens, there was an indifferent and distant God of Command.
The little demon has been sleeping for countless springs and autumns, and suddenly it has been thousands of years since he woke up.
When the young man in purple lifts up the thin child, when the high god lifts up the little demon whose path is unknown, when the warm teardrops climb on the fingertips that have been cold for thousands of years.
She begged: "Take me away."
He left just because: "Immortals and monsters have different paths."
For a moment, he smiled slightly and frowned, revealing his unparalleled elegance, but it could not match the bone-deep indifference and alienation between his brows and eyes.
"I'm looking for my 'unable'. It has nothing to do with you."
She would stake everything she had on that person's life of "getting what he asked for". You are young and frivolous, why should you be afraid?
If you can follow him wholeheartedly through life and death, you can win him a life of drunkenness and dreams, and your journey through this world of mortals will not be in vain.
Little did he know that as early as in his best years, someone had danced with all his youth, bringing an end to all his love and hate, and some had poured out a lifetime of tears, drying up all his attachments.