Sorry, everyone, I botched the ending. Read with caution.
Nuwa created humanity and repaired the heavens, deeds that should have earned her great merit. But bound by what was called the Heavenly Dao, she could only watch helplessly as the people she loved and her children died one after another, their souls extinguished. In the end, she couldn't escape the fate of having both body and spirit destroyed. Didn't she hate it? This story begins with a new "person" created from Nuwa's own flesh and blood, carrying her hatred and resentment.
A blend of the original story and the TV adaptation.
In short, I wanted to sleep with the guy who wore glasses, but I couldn't beat the guy with the lollipop. I also thought the bespectacled guy's younger brother was kind of a pain, so I wrote a story about the younger brother with glasses.
After posting the first chapter, I realized I wasn't capable of continuing, so the story has an unfinished ending. Read with caution. The morals are rather twisted, so please don't flame me if you dislike it. The premise may be unfair to Mianmian, so don't read if that bothers you.
Theme: Calm my soul, and may you live in peace and without worry.
Why are you still be... Crying?