Que Han Chun's birth mother was from the Western Regions. In fact, she was not human.
She inherited her mother's bloodline: raven-black hair, snow-white skin, and a taste for human flesh.
In a chaotic age, her weak-willed father, the emperor, could not protect Que Han Chun. What was more, a single drop of her blood could cure illness and banish stubborn ailments.
It was only natural that she would be imprisoned deep within the palace of the ruler of the world.
Shrouded in darkness, she was shackled with iron chains.
Whenever Huo Bu Xiu came, Que Han Chun would simply use her hairpin to lightly pierce her palm, letting drop after drop of blood fall into his throat.
Her mother had taught her that if she ever met someone she loved, she could nourish him with her vital blood. That way, the two of them could live as long as heaven and earth, and living for hundreds of years would be no problem.
Huo Bu Xiu died at the age of fifty-nine. His hair was white when he passed, and at last he was willing to let Que Han Chun out, though only so she could see him one final time.
Once Que Han Chun was seen, everyone fought over her until she was exhausted. She ran into Huo Bu Xiu's tomb in the middle of the night.
She lay down in the coffin Huo Bu Xiu had prepared for her before his death.
Que Han Chun never expected she would wake again.
But she was still locked in a freezing iron cage, which was even worse than being with Huo Bu Xiu.
She missed Huo Bu Xiu.
Unable to stand the man who relied on his face, so strikingly similar to Huo Bu Xiu's, to coax her into trying all sorts of new things every day, Que Han Chun fled once more.
Ignoring the sidelong glances of everyone in the street, Que Han Chun suddenly stopped in her tracks.
She could smell Huo Bu Xiu.
A touch of universal adoration, with a fake-substitute romance.
Theme: This love will endure without end.
