A Debt of Gratitude

Legend has it that the heavens beyond the heavens are the realm of the immortals, while the eighteenth level underground is the realm of ghosts.

Everything in between, endless and boundless, is the chaotic human world.

Born an immortal beyond the heavens, I never knew that immortality could be a cage.

I fled in bitterness, only to return, a fallen bird, to the mountaintop among the clouds.

Love weighs heavy, while words of gratitude weigh light; in this life, I am a carefree boat untethered to shore.

Long, long afterward.

The years were kind, and someone came to disturb her again.

"Immortal Lord?"

"Xiao Rong?"

"Sister Rong?"

"Sect Leader?" He leaned against the doorframe. "Rong Jinyue!"

She came to her senses. "...Hmm?"

"What are you looking at?"

It was a sour poem, long since sealed away. The former ghost general wasn't fond of reading, but he took it and read it three times, then laughed for quite a while. "I really, really like it. Make it the recruitment blurb for your sect."

She clicked her tongue, her face turning faintly red as she thought that this rascal had lived countless years longer than she had.

*The woman and the man both take the lead in bed. They have ordinary anatomy and are faithful.

A cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside woman and a warm-on-the-outside, cold-on-the-inside man. In short, it's a little story about two gorgeous people with questionable emotional maturity falling in love and taking the occasional detour through the plot.

*No outline or chapters written in advance. I'm addicted to games, so updates may only come once a week.

The writing is rambling and disorganized. I'm open to all kinds of content and have few squicks.

Theme: I ask for no next life, only to see the moon each day.