Que Hanchun's biological mother was from the Western Regions, and even said that she was not a human being.
She inherited her mother's bloodline, has black hair and snow-skinned skin, and feeds on flesh and blood.
In troubled times, the cowardly father could not protect Que Hanchun, not to mention that a drop of her blood could relieve pain and cure stubborn illnesses.
She was naturally imprisoned in the deep palace of the Lord of the World.
It was dark and locked with iron chains.
Every time Huo Buxiu came, Que Hanchun just scratched the palm of his hand with a hairpin, and drops of blood fell into his throat.
Her mother taught her that if she meets her beloved in the future, she can nourish him with essence and blood, so that both of them can live as long as heaven and earth, and it will not be a problem to live for hundreds of years.
Huo Buxiu died at the age of fifty-nine. His hair was gray when he died. He was finally willing to let Que Hanchun come out, just to see him one last time.
Que Hanchun, who showed up, was exhausted by the crowd and ran into Huo Buxiu's tomb overnight.
She lay down in the coffin that Huo Buxiu had prepared for her before his death.
Que Hanchun didn't expect that he could wake up.
But being locked up in a cold iron cage is worse than Huo Buxiu.
She couldn't stop thinking about it.
Really unable to stand the man who coaxed her into doing tricks all day long because of his face that looked very similar to Huo Buxiu, Que Hanchun ran away again.
Regardless of the side glances from everyone on the street, Que Hanchun suddenly stood on the same spot.
She smelled Huo Buxiu.
Micro-thousands of people, pseudo-substitute literature.
Intention: This love lasts forever
