When a tear breaks away from the shackles of the world and falls into the world of mortals, is it a song or a sad song?
She is the God in charge of marriage, and she is doomed to be alone forever.
It was a curse, a curse mark set by the first Yuanxian through his lifelong cultivation when the lamp ran out. When she inherited it, the mark embedded in the palm of her hand was as red as blood, becoming the only vivid color on her body.
A huge change occurred that she didn't expect. Step by step, she stepped into the trap she had dug, and was surrounded by dangers.
"This is the Palace of Love, which is in charge of marriages in the world."
"If the fate of the immortal dies, then the sacrifice of love will die."
Once the family is destroyed, the soul will be attached to it for a lifetime.
"In the name of Yuan Xian, I plant the roots of love and decide on reincarnation marriage..."
"Since you are the head of the Palace of Love, how can you be so emotional?"
"I have failed you in the end... But if you can remember me like this... I have no regrets..."
There was a power that could shake things up inside her body, and she was ordered to practice it, thus stepping into the bottomless chasm. Thousands of years ago, two souls were tied by a red thread of fate. The woman in red smiled strangely, and time froze in an instant.