His love is possession.
His love is waiting.
And her love is fulfillment.
"The tea flowers are blooming, and the dust and smoke have passed, how much do you know?"
Many lifetimes ago, she begged with all her tears to let Him, a demon clan, bloom in a season that did not belong to her, but what she got in exchange was a false promise. So, He stayed with her for millions of kalpas until this life, and finally met and became a part of her body, but everything was still like the previous life, without beauty, only harm.
"If you were a woman picking lotuses in the south of the Yangtze River, I would be the one you missed!"
In this life, as the son of God, in this kingdom of divine metaphors, his future is not bright, because he has already embarked on a road of human profit, and is destined to leave scars. When he met her, a half-demon with a rough life, his waiting was finally wasted due to her intolerance.
She and he and Him, a love entangled in the past and present life, under the countless gestures of love, there is no right or wrong, only too much love...