Five hundred years of transformation, five hundred years of growth.
Have they truly grown up, or have they just gotten foolish?
The demon maiden who has never seen sunlight, Feng Mian, gentle as a spring breeze, and Long Yu, dazzling as the sun: love and hate entwine, bringing life and destruction in turn.
Well, I'm really no good at writing blurbs, so just make do with this.
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Fortunately, I still have my brother... Please tell me that Long Yu is not dead! Woohoo