The witch appeared in the human world out of nowhere, and I always felt that she wouldn't live long with her temperament.
Sure enough, she was torn apart by the car. The day her car broke apart was the anniversary of my becoming an immortal.
The gods in the sky celebrate their birthdays every hundred years.
On my first birthday, Master died.
I spent my second birthday in Minghai with great fear. But on my third birthday, the witch died.
Gods have no tears, but on the day she died, my tears flooded three cities on the earth.
When I was still a prince in the human world, the officials asked me to bury the only woman I loved deeply. They called her the enchantress of the country of Hinoki.
But she is not a witch, she is my king's princess, whom I rescued after spending seven days and seven nights in the dead city. She is the woman I protected to the death on the battlefield, and is my only obsession and concern in this world.
How could they call her a witch?
Intention: Even after the end of the road, there will still be a glimmer of hope in life.