Literary version:
There was a peach blossom fairy who brewed peach blossom wine that no one could match, and he acted innocently as a fairy.
There was an immortal in white clothes who was so elegant and noble that people couldn't bear to touch him. I don't know if it was his beauty or the poison in his beauty.
However, Peach Blossom Fairy did not believe in evil and tried the poison with herself.
Can his love forgive everything?
Including those bloody hands,
And deep and painful memories.
Popular version:
This is the tortuous history of depravity and struggle of a scoundrel who is entangled with a pretty boy and a gentle and sinister man.
This is also the growth history of my efforts to become a kind stepmother.
Those who love beauties and immortals stayed behind.
(Slow heating type...)
To sum it up in one sentence: This is the first article I've ever published, so I'll fill in the gaps slowly when I have nothing to do. This article is tucked away in a nook and cranny, and it's really hard to find someone who can click on it.