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He unrolls the canvas. It’s her. Again.

He grabs her hand and places it over his heart—which is not beating, because he is immortal. “This stopped the day I forgot you. You are the only one who has ever made it race.”

Ling Yuan is amused. “Bold for a mortal cultivator. I have no intention of loving anyone either. I just need to know why I’ve painted your face ten thousand times.” They form a reluctant alliance. As they travel to uncover Ling Yuan’s lost memories, they visit ancient shrines and memory pools. Slowly, fragments emerge: Tianmei Media - Xian Eryuan - Sexy Hair Little ...

Ling Yuan was not an immortal lord but a demon prince named Yuan Jue . Chu Xian’er was a heavenly weaver named Zhi Nu . They fell in love across the immortal-demon divide. To save him from a heavenly execution, she used forbidden magic to seal his memories and turn him into an immortal. But the magic backfired: it bound her curse to his existence. If she ever loves him again, the curse will consume her heart—but if she never loves him, his memories will never return, and he will remain an empty shell.

The curse shatters. Xian’er lives. But Ling Yuan turns to glass petals, fading into the wind. He unrolls the canvas

“It does,” he replies. “But it’s not a fruit. It’s you . You are the Immortal Wish. Your love is the only key to breaking both our chains—or ending us forever.” This is where the drama turns intense. A third party appears: Luo Xue , a jealous ice phoenix who loved Ling Yuan in his immortal form. She poisons Xian’er with a “Petal of False Desire,” making Xian’er hallucinate that Ling Yuan is manipulating her and that her curse is a lie.

Xian’er smiles, tears in her eyes. “No,” she says softly. “But I think I’d like to be her.” He grabs her hand and places it over

“Did you only keep me close to unlock your memories? Am I just a key to you?” Ling Yuan (voice breaking—rare for him): “You are the lock and the key and the door. You are the reason I have painted ten thousand canvases in a thousand years of darkness. If you cannot love me, at least hate me. But do not think I am indifferent.”