He weaved a perfect dream for me in the mortal world.
In the dream, his name was Mo Jin, he was gentle and kind, and a gentleman like jade.
Later, I broke into the devil world alone to find an answer.
On top of the Demon Palace, he stroked my hair and called me "Axi".
Then in the gentlest tone, we defined our past as - "calculation".
Love is fake, name is fake.
It is true that he is the Demon Lord Moli and I am the goddess Shui Lingxi.
I looked into his evil and cold eyes and finally saw clearly:
It turns out that the goddess's biggest disaster is not the invasion of demonic energy into her body.
But I had sincerely paid by mistake.
He would touch my forehead and say, "Axi, it doesn't hurt, I'll stay with you."
I crossed the boundary between gods and demons just to seek validation of my heart.
But he crushed the past with his own hands and told me that everything was a game.
"Demon Lord, Lingxi retires"
Purpose: Responsibility