You Lead Me Through the Nine Marshes

Legend has it that beyond the Eastern Sea, in the depths of Yingzhou, there lives a divine clan. Every ruler is born with three bones, and anyone who obtains them can mold bone into soul and sustain an obsession.

When Wanxi was three hundred years old, she took a fancy to a very handsome man. He once gave her ten miles of spring splendor and a hundred days of flowers in bloom. She always thought that perhaps this was what love was: their eyes met, and their hearts were moved.

But she did not know that there was someone hidden in that man's heart.

He searched everywhere for medicine, never realizing that she alone was the best remedy in the world.

She carved out her own bone as a catalyst, to fulfill him and herself. Only later did she suddenly understand that it seemed this had all been a scheme from beginning to end.

For the one he loved, he suffered heartbreak and forgot his feelings, scattering his three souls and six spirits. For his sake, she had her bones removed, molded a soul, and forged a new spirit.

They were entangled like this for sixty thousand years. Then, one day, flowers bloomed across the mortal realm. Through layers of blossoms and shadows, she gazed at him from afar. The smile at the corner of his mouth was as vivid as it had been sixty thousand years ago.