History will never forget this day, the early spring of January 1044 BC. The fire in Lutai in the biting cold wind destroyed the spring and summer of the Yin and Shang Dynasties for 600 years, and also destroyed my ridiculous love. What was circulated in later generations was just the imagination of talented men and beautiful women, and what could not be heard was the bloody murder.
After careful calculation, Nezha should be twenty-six years old when this battle is over, but he still looks like the handsome young man he was when he was resurrected. The golden lotus body makes you look immortal, but it cannot make your heart as bright as before.
I have been with you for dozens of years, but I can't resist the changes of time and the fact that you care about others. Maybe you have never liked me, everything is just a dream I had, and now it's time to wake up from the dream.