"Do you still remember that vine red bean from three hundred years ago?" She murmured.
Three hundred years ago, as a red bean demon with only a hundred years of Taoism, she had not yet developed her spiritual wisdom. The red bean that had just grown was picked up by a young man who was collecting herbs. From then on, she unconsciously cared about someone in her heart.
Now, she came down from the mountain, in order to forge that long-standing fate, and after cutting off her seven emotions and six desires, she became an immortal.
She didn't expect that she would fall into that man's warm and soft water.
And when she thought they would be together for a lifetime, he still took off that well-disguised mask.
"Actually, I already knew it." She smiled sadly, "I would rather you lie to me for the rest of your life than tell me the truth."
There is no truth to some things, it's just her wishful thinking.
"In this life, I can give you anything, as long as you want it, as long as I have it, even if I give you a hundred years in exchange for a moment."