A Thousand Years in Shanjian City

If you lose your true nature, you must repent. The great practice of repentance brings peace. A humble love, willing to give its life, willing to turn heart and blood into red lotuses carpeting the road you walk, yet you cannot see it. How long must one wait to earn a single glance from you? In this fated rebirth, who knows how many secrets of the mortal world lie hidden? When love turns to hate, what kind of wounds must be inflicted on the battlefield of slaughter for the heartache to subside? Love has sunk deep into the heart, seeped into the marrow of the bones... For every wound, another pain. I’m sorry. I’m willing to cut through every thorn, stand against the Three Realms, and sit motionless before the Buddha for a thousand years, all to ask you for three chances! The road she and he must travel has only just begun...