Probably no one knows why she prefers red camellia so much. It seems that hundreds and thousands of years are nothing to her. It seems that she is really suitable to be a god. Everyone says that the coldness and ruthlessness in her bones is no less than that of the gods in the ninth heaven. On Baiyan Mountain, she stood, overlooking the vastness. She lives alone in the Xuan Pavilion all year round and only goes out to do errands. Very few people or gods can see her. No one knows the secret in her heart. Everything happens for a reason.
Concept: Xianxia, fantasy, love