All living beings have feelings. The great road is supreme, reincarnations are coming and going, and I ask in this world, what is love? Why be ruthless?
If there are three thousand pieces of water, how can you only take one scoop? Mortals will always be mortals, stupid and ignorant. Since the beginning of the world, it has been extremely dangerous for mortals to cultivate immortality, and there have been countless swords, spears, and swords. I am a hard-nosed mortal with a stubborn temper. It is my lifelong wish to cultivate immortality. I don't know whether it was due to my destiny or God's blessing. When I was nineteen years old, I got my wish and ascended to immortality. But the first scene I saw was my lover drinking wine with others and spending a night of flowers and candles. At that moment, my heart... A glass-like heart, shattered to the ground. I watched him hold that beauty in his arms, and love gave birth to hate, and hate is born of love. It seems that after three hundred years, I finally couldn't stand the loneliness and couldn't let go of my love. At the Thunderstorm Pavilion, I voluntarily broke his immortal bones, drank the water of forgetfulness, and became an ordinary mortal. Little did I know that a thousand years later, the truth came to light, but I had already experienced three lives and had forgotten who I was...
Intention: A scumbag immortal official × a simple mortal