I often recall that when I was a "Shenmu" in Muxu that even a little devil could not cure, my mother said in a gentle and cold voice: "Love is a curse for both humans and monsters. Its poison and harm are the most seductive. It rolls around before going to bed, sighs when eating, and it will stun the monster for a long time."
I was a teenager at the time, and I hated the discipline of adult demons the most. I didn't even listen to these words, and even dismissed them. But I, Anjiu, would never be tied to something for a lifetime. A demon's life can be as short as a hundred thousand years or as long as it is indefinite. Food, drink, fun, wine and beautiful scenery are the most important. How can I care about love?
Now that I think about it, I really regret it. I woke up from nightmares countless times and couldn't help but sigh, sighing at the curtain, sighing at the clear road, sighing at the thousands of "visitors" at the curtain ruins, sighing at An Jiu's love and An Jiu when I was young, which is my own sad life.