The alternation of heaven and demon, the entanglement of love and hate.
"Bastard, you are a bastard." People were noisy and talking.
"Brother, why do everyone call me a bastard? What is a bastard?" The doll looked up at the cold-faced god holding him, and asked in a low voice with some fear.
"You're not." The cold-faced god looked down at her, pouring out all the tenderness from his body. "You're not a bastard."
The baby looked at his brother holding his hand tightly as if he didn't understand.
"You are the immortal Leyin." Shenjun's voice choked with sobs. "Even if you forget me, I will make you an immortal."