Dream of the Enchanting Beauty

Isn’t immortality something everyone envies? Has anyone ever seen the sorrow in her heart, already flowing like a river in flood?

She cannot die. No matter how many times she tries, she always survives. Whether burned by fire or drowned, she eventually returns to the world in another breathtakingly beautiful form. Ah, she truly wants to die, but with the contract in place, even death is an extravagant fantasy.

He once told her, “If I have it and you want it, I’ll give it to you, even if it’s my life.”

Ah, he’ll give her anything? Then why is he the one thing that won’t let her go? It is the one thing she wants, yet it remains beyond her reach.

Let her go? How could he? But watching her threaten to die before his eyes again and again, he suddenly felt exhausted and helpless. If she had him in her heart, how could she bear to make him suffer that heart-piercing pain time after time?

Heh, he had known all along that she was a woman without a heart, but he had never imagined that all his efforts would be unable to warm her. After all these years, after all these attempts, to her his efforts were nothing but a joke. Once the pain has passed and the heart has died, can you finally forget?

The saddest thing in the world is not remembering the sorrows of the past, but gradually losing the ability to remember those sorrowful memories at all.

Is it sad? Probably... If the heart is dead, does that mean you no longer care? Can you finally forget? If you build a wall of indifference, will you never be hurt again? Maybe. Who knows? Who cares...