The first time I came to Japan, I was oppressed, unwilling to do anything, and injured countless times, just to take care of a "son" I had never met.
The second time I came to Japan, I escaped. I hugged my beloved cat and went through all the ups and downs for the sake of my son, but there was one more.
The third time I came to Japan, I turned into a demon. Flames spurted out of my mouth, houses collapsed, and my bright red eyes ignored everything. How could I ever have a son?
It turned out that during the five years of imprisonment, the seeds of hatred had begun to sprout, blood had already dyed his eyes red, and the pure sea blue no longer existed.
The pain is just the prelude, the gorgeous symphony is about to begin, I am an out-and-out devil...
My only sanity remained in the Soul of Venus. When Japan was reduced to ashes, it exploded and I fell to the ground. Then it exploded and turned into little bits of gold dust, falling to the ground. Everything was restored. It's just that I am no longer there.
I hummed my favorite song when I was in the underworld:
There is no more cruelty than a human being, no more aloofness than a god.
Human beings are false,
What does "Yue Lao's red line cross who and whom,
Cupid's arrow struck my heart and yours."
I didn't even see a single red line or arrow.
How can noble love come to humble humans?
The soul and soul of Venus
It's sad love
Love ends, but we still have no choice but to separate
Because the Lord of Hades cast a curse
The soul and soul of Venus
Impossible lovers, forever friends...