Mo Xian

The person I like is not a high-altitude immortal in the sky, nor is he a lonely beauty as indifferent as ice and snow. In the eyes of others: he is a wandering and weather-beaten actor; he is also a chivalrous swordsman; he is also an arrogant, carefree and unrestrained big devil... But he's just a fool, a fool who can't take care of himself. A stupid guy who scarred himself... But I love him so much. I envy that person, the one whom he loves wholeheartedly, but I hate her even more. She won't cherish him, he will make him sad and painful... Now I am no longer the coward I used to be. I will become your support and protect you from wind and rain. I will be your shadow and help you overcome obstacles... Silently guarding you and loving you silently... My love, can I ever be lucky enough to hold your hand again in this life?