Mortal Affinity

Dengcao, the third son of the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord, really is the one who resembles his father the most. His straight nose, his eyes tilting slightly upward at the outer corners, all exude a carefree air, yet retain a hint of tenderness. His brows arch, their tips hidden beneath his frost-white silver hair, not a single strand out of place.

Ever the charmer, he would tuck away his fan with a flick of his wrist, then let the corners of his lips curl up. His brows would soften, his silver eyes turn as gentle as water, and his gaze would look straight into people's hearts.

Where thousands love, thousands must hate. So it has been since time immemorial.

Dengcao waved his fan unconcernedly and drawled, his eyes full of disdain. "Let them wag their tongues. If anyone ever surpasses me, I'll gladly be one of those gossipers myself."

But the Daoist master Ziyang Zhenren said of him, "A rakish beginning is all for naught... in the end, he'll be entangled in human ties."

Ha! He, Dengcao, was carefree and charming. How could love ever trap him? Others might believe it, but he would find it even harder to believe.

And yet he descended to the mortal realm three times, each time for the same person. Could it be that the famously "amorous yet fickle" Dengcao had fallen for someone?

Yunshu, Yunshu, you've spent lifetimes for him. This life, could you spend it for me?

[Picking up an old unfinished story. Updates every two or three days, maybe. =-= I still want to finish it. If you happen to see it, that's fate.]