"Never tell a demon your name, because your name is your fate. Once it knows your destiny, it can claim your life."
Under a peach tree, the handsome older boy in white Hanfu told me this.
"So... what is your name?"
I didn't answer him. He was beautiful, but his eyes were an uncanny peach-red. I knew he was a demon.
Then I heard someone calling me. They got my name wrong, but I knew they meant me, so I answered.
When I turned around again, there was no peach-blossom beauty behind me. The Gates of Hell stood wide open, and beneath the peach tree lay nothing but heaps of white bones...
To avoid unnecessary trouble and make research easier, this story is set in an alternate world modeled on Neon. Only the male and female leads are Chinese.
The setting has changed. The entire story has been rewritten.
