She is the lotus of the netherworld blooming in the River of Forgetfulness,
He is the breath of cold water that transformed into the abyss.
She is working as her underworld official,
He was in front of his Biluo Shenjun.
Over the years, she and he had no intersection.
But they never thought that the vast world of mortals and the few feet of time would lay the clues for their intertwined fates.
…
That year, it was the 300th year since she was recuperating in his fairy palace in the wilderness. When the twilight glow spreads over the Biluo Pond, among the green waves, a woman stands tall and graceful, her eyes moving, her face dyed with scarlet flowers.
Intention: Love and hate are crazy, a piece of absurdity