As the story goes, Li Huajun got drunk at Lord Laozi's place and, carried away by the booze, slept for two hundred years. When she woke up, her ear felt a little itchy, so she dug at it. The moment she did, Li Huajun's perpetually expressionless face cracked. What the heck was this thing clinging to her finger?!
Could even earwax cultivate into a demon?!
She said, "The scariest thing isn't forgetting. It's trying desperately to remember."
Across these countless millennia, all that remained of her image in his memory was a faint stirring in his heart. Even that had vanished without a trace with the passage of time.
She loved him. How could he not love her in return?
Also known as: His Majesty Flirts with a Straight Face Every Day
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