After living for two hundred years, I have seen the scenery of the world, drank fine wine, and  I’ve been through things personally, but there was always something missing. In the days that followed, it seemed that I had become a supporting role in life, because either I stood too high, or because my heart was too old.

Time went on and on, and when the branches on which I straddled became impossible to hold while drinking, I slept under the tree and slept for a long time. When the light goes back again, back to a hundred years ago, everything will become—

What, what? What kind of thing is a child bride? How did I become the wife of the Demon Venerable? Or has it already been decided ever since I was a child? It was more than that? Why did I send myself directly to a harmonious family?

Tian Wei’s post-secret love life began with such bitterness and hatred…