She was so passionate that she traveled all over the world for this purpose. She was ignorant and ignorant, and eternal life was the price.
He stepped on the edge of light and darkness, between good and evil, and was willing to hide the six realms for her.
He turned over the clouds with his left hand and covered the rain with his right hand, giving everything he had to guard the last inch of pure land for her.
Thousands of years of separation, endless generations, where is the boundary between right and wrong?
Before the calamity, she said, I am a demon that everyone in the six realms fears, but the only thing I want is the right to live.
She leaned in his arms and said to him, it's really ridiculous, I am neither human nor immortal nor demon, but I was born as a human, lived as an immortal, and finally died as a demon.
Although my destiny is not up to me, it is even less up to God.
She doesn't believe in fate, so she works step by step and strategizes. In the end, is the ending of the story happy or sad?
Maybe, joy is also sadness, sadness is also joy, everything is just a thought.