She, dressed in white, was as cold as dust. She had neither sorrow nor happiness for thousands of years, and had no desires and aspirations. She only waited for her death to return to chaos. He, dressed in red and with dark hair, was as charming as fire, with a cinnabar between his eyebrows that was stunning. He remembered that she was the only one in his world. Dressed in red just for her to turn around and look back, she could find him at a glance among millions of people. One thought becomes a devil, another thought becomes a Buddha. It was she who helped him to sit on the Buddha, or it was he who pulled her into a devil.