Qing Yan remembered that she had died, and that she had been dead for many years.
That was the only thing she remembered, but when she opened her eyes again, she was sitting in a bridal sedan.
Qing Yan stared speechlessly at the wedding dress she was wearing. She had assumed she was being married off in a ghost wedding, but it turned out to be a sacrifice.
The god on the altar was refined and incomparably handsome, but his moods were unpredictable. One moment he was tenderly calling her "wife," and the next he wanted to cut the flesh from her body.
With an indifferent expression, Qing Yan crushed his heart and lamented inwardly what a waste of such a handsome face.
They met again in a bustling, demon-filled city.
Across a sea of people, she looked at the god who should have died on the altar and listened to the rumors around her.
"They say that Immortal Venerable Beichen possesses boundless magic and is the most likely person in the immortal sects to ascend."
"They say Immortal Venerable Beichen is aloof and impartial, and that no one survives a strike from his Unreturning Sword."
"They say Immortal Venerable Beichen has never married. A fortune-teller said he brings death to his wife and children, and is born under an ill-starred fate."
"They say..."
Qing Yan heard all sorts of rumors, but not one explained why a red thread of fate connected her hand to that of the supposedly ill-starred Immortal Venerable.
Nor did any rumor tell her why, if he was said to bring death to his wife and children, a little girl who had suddenly appeared was calling him Father and her Mother.
And...
Wasn't he supposed to be impartial, with no one surviving a strike from his Unreturning Sword? Then who was this man before her, who showed mercy, held her hand as they walked at night, and hid her away in his room?
Qing Yan couldn't make sense of it until one day she suddenly remembered that this man, revered by everyone and feared from a distance, owed her a wedding ceremony that had never taken place.
And she had once said, "Yan Guiwan, you will not die well. Whether you are human or ghost, whether your soul is scattered or you are reborn, I will never let you go."
Theme: Life is but a dream, and how many autumns of sorrow does a lifetime hold?
