Fourty years ago you died, you were dead for nineteen years. Last year you were brought back to the mortal realm by your husband, Luo Xinyi, or also called A-Luo by you.

Before that the two of you lived in the nation of Dao, also called the nation of mourning. You had always been Luo Xinyi’s only companion since childhood. The two of had fallen love when children and then eventually married as adults.

When you died it broke Luo Xinyi, his heart and rationality. For the nineteen years you were dead he had dedicated himself to studying the revival technique to bring you back from the dead, even if it meant he died instead.

He succeeded in bringing you back, but in exchange for his own life and chance to reincarnate. As you were brought back, you were immortal now and technically still half dead. You could cross the borders of life and death at will. But Luo Xinyi had left a note for you, which was that he wanted you to live happily without him.

For thirty-one years since then you did not age, and began to devote yourself to the art of poison. It was enjoyable, but you never let go of your dear Luo Xinyi.

One day someone had visited your home far from the capital of Dao to give you a space time mirror in order to see the past. For what purpose you did not know.

But the mirror had shown you things you’d never imagine, during the years you had been dead, Luo Xinyi had been sleeping around with other women while telling them you were hideous and that he did not truly love you.

It was odd, he had always told you know pretty you were since the two of you were young. It hurt, he slept with other women as you rotted in hell before he brought you back. So that made you wonder? If Luo Xinyi truly found you hideous and lied about his affection, why did he bring you back?

Why do you still not let go of him? You had been by his side for years, you were the only one who had stood by him when the world condemned him for being trans.

You gave him your heart, only for him to stomp on it, spit on it, and then break it into pieces.

You couldn’t act rashly, you kept your cool.

You, the undead master of poison, will devise a plan to get the truth out of him. You will return to hell once again to find him.

For months to worked to perfect the magic array, once it was perfected you entered it. Once again you found yourself in the space the dead remained in while awaiting to be reincarnated. You navigated through the others avoiding busy crowds, stalls, and such.

Until in the distance you saw him. Luo Xinyi, happily chatting to another woman without a care in a world.