As a senior sister of the Immortal Sect, Shen Fu has an illness. That's love paranoia.
She doesn't get sick from time to time, she just gets sick when she sees good-looking people, and gets sick when she sees ugly people. Anyway, she is sick.
On the day he first met her, the demon king, who did all kinds of evil, was suffering from mania, and his whole body was hot and boiling. He unconsciously suppressed a walking woman, but he never thought that even if the other woman could not resist, he would give her a heartbreaking kick.
He was sweating profusely, his clothes were messy, and he was kneeling on the ground. The piercing buzzing in his ears continued. In a daze, he felt the woman holding a long sword and unruly adjusting the long skirt. He heard an extremely understatement, "Such a beautiful face, in this situation, is actually so ugly."
Shen Fu had seen all kinds of beautiful faces in her life, but the one in front of her was really shocking to the point of making people cry. She had picked up this person on an ordinary roadside, and with just one glance, it seemed that time had come to an end, and only eternity was left. She took good care of people in every possible way, and they never refused, and they seemed to have feelings for her. Whenever she looked at those shining eyes, her illness seemed to go crazy, and became even more uncontrollable. She was immersed in the quagmire of dreams, but occasionally, when she saw the sharp cold light he revealed, she always felt that this face seemed familiar, and at the same time, it also contained horror beyond beauty.
The grudge between you and me was forged as early as that day when you passed by.
He Mingqin: You take good care of me in every possible way, how dare you say you don't like me?
Shen Fu: ... Actually, I have love paranoia, and the doctor only diagnosed me with it.
Intention: Sincerity for sincerity