In the twenty-first century, the population is exploding, and modern love is extremely unstable. The Matchmaker hasn't slept in a year. He keeps planting peach trees, one after another, and keeps cutting and retying the red threads of fate.
In the twenty-first century, an age of high technology and waning magic, and with spirits forbidden from cultivating into human form after the founding of the nation, Heaven has had no new arrivals for ages. The Three Lives Stone, which has recorded the marriages of gods and monsters since ancient times, is out of a job.
Recently, the Three Lives Stone has picked up a little hobby: watching the Matchmaker tie red threads at the Matchmaker Shrine.
It watches and chatters away: So-and-so cheated, add another thread. So-and-so broke up, cut that thread. And on and on.
The Matchmaker is at the end of his rope.
He remembers what he was like in ancient times. The Peach Garden was only so big, and after tying one red thread a day that would last a lifetime, his only hobby was watching the romantic dramas of Heaven.
Which fairy ran off with a mortal, which god descended to marry eighteen concubines and still wanted to bring them back to Heaven...
Back then, names on the Three Lives Stone were written over and erased, erased and rewritten. Every immortal wanted to carve a mark into him.
He could only give his true form tearful beauty treatments, hoping to cover up all those ugly corrections.
Well, the wheel of fortune really does turn.
A tsundere, childish seme x a gentle, sharp-tongued true immortal uke
Theme: What doesn't break you will only make you stronger
