She is just a mortal.
Once you enter the path of cultivating immortality.
A mentor and a close friend, a lover and a confidant, and a happy half-life.
Everything seems like an ancient book written by an immortal.
Once I wake up from a dream.
Mentors are not good people.
A good friend is not a good friend.
The lover is not the beloved.
A close friend is not a confidant.
Why! Why!
The fairyland suddenly transformed into a hellish realm.
It turns out that everything is just borrowing the scenery of others!
It turns out that life is nothing more than making clothes with others!
It turns out that I am just a mediocre person in the mortal world!