In ancient times, though he was the first god under Heaven, he could not escape the dictates of fate. When his tribulation of love arrived, he was already deeply entangled in it. At the depths of his love, he shed a single tear.
You said this immortal was quite special, so you could keep me by your side and toy with me as you pleased.
But when love ran deep, all you said was, "We have nothing more to do with each other." Then you tore out my tendons, stripped my bones, and cast me from your sight. So this is how heartless you are. If you don't love me, so be it.
This is a serious story, with a little angst here and there that won't hurt. It's mainly sweet.
Come on! The writing is not bad!