The immortal carriage pauses at the Seventh Chamber; the phoenix chariot departs from the Heavenly River. The moon marks the Ninefold Lamp, and the wind carries the scent of lilies. We meet in joyful laughter, but when we part, tears have already dampened our clothes. The scene seems like the banks of the Luo, then suddenly like Gaotang. We part without a word, as the Milky Way flows ever onward.
My older sisters all said that loving someone was a kind of illness, one that made you lose control of yourself.
Back then, I was little and very naive. I thought the happiest thing was to follow Lady Xiwu and my older sisters around, carefree and happy as a little flower spirit. That was until I met him, Li Luo.
Li Luo was the youngest son of the Heavenly Lord, but he was born with yin energy. Since this clashed with the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, the Heavenly Lord discussed it with the Ghost Emperor, and the Primordial Ghost Emperor Shentu adopted him as the Crown Prince of the Ghost Realm.
At the time, I was just a little carefree flower spirit.
I first met him at the Queen Mother's Peach Banquet. Curious and eager for fun, I followed Lady Xiwu there, only to be stopped by the guards at Heaven's gates.
He wore a long robe the color of ink. His black hair was tied up with a jade-green cord. Smiling, he patted my head and turned to the heavenly soldiers guarding the two gates. "This is Heaven. Though you have some immortal energy, you still have far too much demonic energy. Of course they won't let you in. I assume you sneaked in after your immortal, didn't you?"
When he wasn't looking, I stuck out my tongue. He had guessed right.
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