Chuchen truly realized how long the days of the gods were. A thousand years was nothing. The surroundings were still completely white. When he looked up, he could only see half of the sky. The sunlight refracted from the ice was both dazzling and radiant.
After all, that was her only visible beauty;
Thousands of years ago, she made a vow that even if she had to wait for a thousand years, she would continue to wait, believing that one day she would be free and return to him;
Unexpectedly, now that the time promised in the oath has passed, she is still waiting in this cave day after day, looking at the floating clouds;
She was wondering if one thousand years was not enough. It would take two thousand years to show sincerity. But if it was still the same after two thousand years, how long should she wait?
After thinking about it for a while, she suddenly realized: besides waiting, what else could she do?
Does she have to become a demon like she did a thousand years ago and cause chaos in the three realms before she can get what she wants?
No, she doesn't want to harm others or herself anymore.
If you can't wait, then don't wait any longer.
Intention: If life is indefinite, it will be nothing but blank in the end