In the Qingqiu Kingdom, all living beings are equal, there are no fixed rules of survival, and there is no exclusive racial system. However, as a half-human, half-demon alien, he has to be reduced to the lowest level of existence and can only rely on his own efforts to break free from the shackles of fate.
For the demon fairy, time is like a long river. It is not easy to meet the right "him" in these boring and long years. Why is it that only the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze when they understand?