The empress of a fallen country, the enchanting Rakshasa, the stunning maiko, the domineering girl in a deep boudoir, the brothel busboy...
She is one person, with a thousand faces and a thousand identities.
The unruly brother took pity on her, the elegant sect master cherished her, the frustrated king admired her, and even the magician who came from time and space loved her as if he were away from her. But it's all in vain, because they don't love her in her truest form.
He was the only one she was willing to give her sincerity to.
Only he loves the real her.
However, those who love her never know that what she carries on her shoulders is not only the grievances of the world, the hatred of the country and the family, but also the seven-star curse that has been condensed for thousands of years.
Therefore, her love is poisonous and extremely poisonous. She cannot love any of them, cannot love.
Unless one day the curse is removed, unless one day she is willing to open her heart.
Otherwise, her love would be like a prison, a yoke, or a poisonous snake and beast, leaving all those who love her covered with wounds.
There are millions of people in the world, but she must bear it alone.