Over the long years, only two people have ever disturbed her detached Daoist heart: the Demon Lord and the Immortal Lord.
The former hurt her, imprisoned her, and forced her into marriage, all in the name of love. Some call it an intensely tragic romance.
The latter protected her, stayed by her side, healed her, and accompanied her through years of frost and snow, yet people call him a two-faced simp.
How ridiculous. Is she some kind of shameless immortal? Why forsake the Great Dao and waste her time playing out a tragic romance with a demon?
(I can't write blurbs, but this should be fun.)
Theme: Between a tragic romance and a sweet love story, which one counts as true love?
