"Are you an immortal?"
"I am."
"What kind of immortal?"
"Just a wandering immortal, nothing worth mentioning."
"What's your name?"
"I am Yu Liumo. Will you remember that?"
And so, perhaps a hundred or a thousand years later, in a place of longing, the scene was all too familiar.
"Who... are you?"
"I am Zhu Sha. Will you remember that?"
Part demon, part fiend, part immortal, yet neither demon, fiend, nor immortal. Just two sentences sealed Zhu Sha's awkward fate.
She revered him, yearned for him, and loved him, never knowing that all he could think about was how to bring about her death. That spot of cinnabar between her brows: whose heart did it wound?
How can the world have a way to have it all? In the end, he let down the world and her.
*∴⊥∴*…*∴⊥∴*…*∴⊥∴*…*∴⊥∴*…*∴⊥∴*…*∴⊥∴*
The story of the talented scholar Shen and Miss Yang, a sweet, doting romance: Spoiling You Without Restraint
Fighting! Fighting! Let's communicate together