He is a mortal aristocratic son, and I am just a mimosa growing beside the lotus pond. Human monsters have a different path, not to mention that I am still a grass that has not yet cultivated to become a monster. I never thought about growing old together with him, but I was lucky enough to hear him say, in my eyes, you are neither a grass nor a monster, but my wife.
The world is reincarnated. I exchanged my thousand years of cultivation for another reincarnation. This is the greatest gift from God to me.