When I was young, I was a pawn in my aunt's vertical and horizontal line. I made all kinds of efforts in the name of love and hate, but in the end I found that it was nothing but an empty joy. When I was fifteen years old, a bolt from the blue occurred, and the hand of fate pushed me into the world in an unexpected and powerful way. From then on, I wandered around in this floating world, confused and stumbling, trying to live for myself, but I suffered a lot because of it.
The past, hundreds of years of grudges, a lifetime of pursuit, when will they be repaid?
Later, I also gradually learned to set up elaborate games and quietly lure the players into a sea of lovesickness. Watch them fall into prosperity along the predetermined trajectory, watch them struggle and pant in the treacherous thread of fate, watch them use their heartstrings as guides to touch lightly, and after thousands of trials, they will be tightly entangled and deeply entangled into knots. And I, perched high above the clouds, have no karma and no fear of the pain of reincarnation. I twirled a spring peach petal and smiled silently. It seemed very comfortable. But sometimes when I look back, something seems to be shattering in my heart, a bone-piercing pain that spreads boundlessly.
In this world of mortals and vast world, who is my destiny and who is my calamity?
Once you think about it, you will fall in love with it, and you will make mistakes all your life.
Lovesickness, Ninth Heaven.