Becoming Matchmaker Yue's Red-Cinnabar Mole

Ting Zhu was the first person in countless millennia to ascend as a ghost immortal, and naturally became renowned in the Heavenly Palace.

The Heavenly Palace was full of immortals with graceful bearing, some cool and self-possessed, others bright and dignified, and still others lively and charming. She alone was born with an alluring charm.

She seemed out of place in the pristine Heavenly Palace, yet was impossible to overlook.

One day, as she bathed and burned incense, an uninvited guest came in. He was the Immortal Under the Moon. His clear, otherworldly bearing was truly hard to resist. Apparently unprepared for the scene before him, he apologized and turned to leave.

Ting Zhu wore a gauzy shawl, her black hair falling over her shoulders. She lifted a wine cup with her pale jade-like hand and drained it in one go, her expression unreadable.

"High God, could you look into where my destined match is?"

The white-haired man paused mid-step before replying, "The Buddha said: It cannot be spoken."

Theme: The cinnabar mole is on your nose, but you are in my heart.