Past lives and present lives: one might think they have neither beginning nor end, and will never reach a conclusion, but all along, everything has been fated.
From time immemorial, how many living beings across the Six Realms have fallen to a single word: love?
Even if you are a god or a Buddha, you cannot escape a love that runs deep while fate runs short.
My true form was a Buddha who pitied all living beings. Because of one word, love, I fell into the mortal world and endured the suffering of its seven emotions and six desires.
Reborn as a human, I still could not escape that one word... love.
Three people, three romances. What does it matter if they scheme with all their might? What does it matter if their love runs deep? When fate is shallow, it is simply destiny.
In the end, all they have is the distance between heaven and the underworld, as they gaze at each other from afar.
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