I am a green snake who has been cultivating for thousands of years. I can become an immortal after ten tribulations.
I remember the first eight kalpas, but I only lack the memory of the ninth kalpa.
There is a cinnabar mole as red as blood on the forehead.
My sister said that it was a debt I owed in my previous life, and I have to pay it back in this life.
I am just a thousand-year-old green snake. After surviving the tribulation and paying off the debt, I can become an immortal and leave.
What does this worldly dispute have to do with me?
My sister doesn't know,
What needs to be repaid is a love debt.
I'm moved by you,
How can I bear to let you be alone in this world of mortals?
I give up my thousand years of practice,
Just to have you by my side.
But you failed me in the end,
Green hair like snow...