Limited to 500 words When she opened her eyes for the first time, she was lying under a poinciana tree with no name, no memory, and no relatives. The only thing beside her was a rusty iron sword...
Who is she? Where do you come from?
She walked along the fairy road in the snowfield, to the world of demons on earth, and he followed closely.
With him, with those friends who shared weal and woe, with them fighting side by side, she thought that this was okay, even if there was no past.
But when she was finally able to give up calmly, the past kept pressing closer.
If good intentions are nothing more than lies, if love turns into hatred, if the ten thousand years of being together at the top of Kunlun mean nothing, why would he spend his whole life just to let her accompany him to play a love story between immortals and demons...