A Brief History of Heaven and Humanity

This story is dedicated to CLAMP. Weibo: Feihua A warning first: this story is challenging. If you want something mindless, it may not be for you. It’s very different from the kinds of stories currently popular on JJ. There are some terms that may be hard to remember. That’s fine, just read along. A tragic romance, unrelated to xianxia, set in another world drawn from Buddhist scriptures. Logic serves the story. Feel free to criticize, mock, attack, or curse, but please use your head. Comments that treat the comment section like a toilet will be ignored. If you mock and criticize while still reading every day, I believe you’re a true fan, just expressing yourself in an unusual way. I’m writing purely for love, so basically, whatever the comments say, I won’t take them into account. Haha. In my life, over five hundred years, I had only ten chances to see you openly and without shame. A hundred years ago, Shenyue and Honglian died in the Battle of Lianhua Slope. A century later, they were reborn, but Shenyue’s heart had stopped beating. When he saw Honglian again, Honglian had become the Demon King Poxun and no longer recognized him. The tenderness they once shared had faded into the past. Heavenly beings live for five hundred years. At five hundred, they undergo the Five Signs of Decay, and their destinies become entwined. Only one can survive. Honglian gave Shenyue his chance to live, but Shenyue could not live alone. If they could not live together, then they would die together. Even after Poxun stopped recognizing him, Shenyue quietly returned to him, one by one, everything Honglian had once given him, until he had nothing left to give Poxun. Only later did Poxun learn that the person he had thought was a substitute was no substitute at all. Was it still possible to make amends? When you loved me, I didn’t know I loved you, too. But when I loved you, you had already given your heart to someone else. The top and bottom love each other deeply. In their past lives, the top suffers; after their rebirths, the bottom suffers. There are sweet moments amid the angst, but angst is the focus. Readers with heart conditions should take care. Theme: Loving without regard for the consequences