Through countless lifetimes, I had long forgotten that I, too, was once a pure-white snow lotus. I could only secretly gaze at you from the lotus spring your hand had brushed, yet for whom, and why, did I bathe in blood, become a sinner, and transform into a red lotus amid the chaos of war? In my previous life, I died beneath your sword. If Heaven and Earth would not accept me, why use a thousand years of cultivation to remake my body? And you, with your proud immortal bones, are you still aloof and merciless?
She is a lotus, and Lotus is her name.
He is the Lotus Immortal Venerable, seemingly cold and heartless.
He is the ruler of the demon realm, who falls into the cycle of reincarnation for her.
He is a ruthless Demon Lord, yet shows warmth only to her.
He is a prince in the mortal realm, who gives up everything for her.
Who is the beauty of this mortal world? She does not know. Neither do they.
