In the mortal world, one year became a thousand years of torment for me. Now, the bustling dreams have faded, tears have dried, and all that remains is a faint smile. It was foolish of my ignorant and infatuated youth to give everything away. Only a faint dissatisfaction lingers as an obsession in my heart, just as the ghostly maiden said. I, Diwu, am truly lacking. He, the man who abandoned me without a word, yet I have been thinking of him for a thousand years. I have imagined countless times how our reunion would be, but none of them match the current situation. Siming said he is the Heavenly Abyss Lord, a god in the immortal realm. In my memories, he was a young man with picturesque features, dressed in a flowing white robe. Pink petals danced and fell upon him, like scattered marks. The smile on his slightly curved lips was gentle and warm, as if it had moisturized time itself... From now on, wherever A Wu is, that will be my home. What do you think of this? ...Good. I have already agreed, but you have never returned. Diwu, do not be distracted. How can you, as a godly tree, have such low cultivation? The Emperor of the Heavenly Abyss, the ancient divine residence, is so cold and distant. I see indifference and detachment in his eyes, even though there is concern, it is only out of compassion. If I diligently cultivate, will you take off your clothes and let me see the mark on your chest? ...Don't be cheeky.