Drunk Beneath the Red Dust, Treading Through Snow

He was once a Fusang tree on South Mountain, living a life of ease and pleasure, until a few drops of ginseng soup infused him with immortal energy and brought him together with a gentle man. He was once the son of a wealthy merchant in Jiangnan, a dashing young man in the prime of his youth. But humans and demons belonged to different worlds, and that tenderness could only become a promise to protect him. As fate twists and turns, after a thousand years have passed, will there still be a peaceful Fusang tree like him on the lush South Mountain? Will there still be a young man by the willows along the river, holding a fan of warm, pale bones? Theme: