Xin Que had no ambitions in his life. He followed behind Yue Lao every day to help mortals pull red strings. In his spare time, he would drink and chat with friends from the fairy world and the demon world. In Xin Que's words, these days were as free as grass grows, but he was very satisfied with this life of leisure.
Rong Qu's ambitions in this life were all realized when he was born. Every day he sat in the gloomy hall of the underworld, ordering the little yinza under his men to sort out the book of life and death when he had nothing to do. Although this kind of life was not very satisfying, it was how he lived for more than a hundred years.
Unexpectedly, just like this, two people who couldn't even get together, inadvertently tied the red thread, and their two names appeared in the marriage book, relying on each other.
Xin Que once asked, Rong Qu, if I pestered you for hundreds more years, would you still ask me to go back in the same tone as today?
When that person appeared beside the Wangchuan River, when that person was wiped out in ashes after all the calamities, Xin Que finally realized that the King of Hell would never understand such a futile thing as love.
Tied to the Tianzhu and covered with scars, he raised his head and smiled at the visitor, and only said two words in his mouth, "Rongqu". That was the last time Rong Qu saw him, watching him being tortured, watching him being shaved off his immortal bones, and pushed off the stage of reincarnation. Xin Que has never looked at him again.
He wandered around the world, and finally found the young apprentice Yue Lao who had carelessly abandoned him in the dark Palace of Hell. His gray eyes reflected him with the same eyebrows as before, and he was full of lovesickness and tenderness, but he only received a polite sentence from him: "Sir, I'm afraid you have admitted your mistake. I wonder if the old friend you are waiting for can return?"