Cold Moon, Shimmering Blossoms

Cultivating immortality is no easy feat for an elf, especially for the lazy Zimo. And yet, on her path to immortality, she encounters the eldest son of the Demon Realm's Supreme Lord, who throws childish tantrums at the drop of a hat. She loses her wits and gives away her heart, with nothing left but a lingering obsession. She had hoped to fight back, but instead was cast down to the mortal realm. Her past is now behind her, and she must begin again. More than a decade later, she embarks on the path of cultivation once more, still under duress. The reason? I'm lazy, I don't want to live, and I feel nothing.