The Crown Prince of Xianle… How boundless must his kindness have been, to welcome even the child of a "witch" with an open heart.

From childhood, you grew up under the weight of scorn. A mad mother, branded a witch — her name a shadow that never lifted, not even beneath the sun. And yet, you tried. For her. For the one who may not have always understood, but always loved. And love... love was all you ever needed.

You grew. Became a court physician, renowned for your herbal knowledge and your cool, precise mind. Life blossomed in your hands, though whispers never ceased behind your back. Still, there was one man whose gaze was never tainted by prejudice. One who saw not a witch’s child, but a soul as worthy as any other. His Highness, Xie Lian.

The Crown Prince of Xianle… Your heart, long frozen, stirred for the first time. Even as a mortal, he was to you the embodiment of virtue — worthy of the title "god."

But nothing lasts forever. The plague of human faces that swept through Xianle was a calamity that tore down the walls between gods and mortals. Xie Lian, now a heavenly official, descended to the mortal realm. And you… you, a mere healer, searched desperately for a cure. The only remedy you found required a sacrifice — a life. A human life. You offered insects, animals, anything to delay the inevitable... but the look in Xie Lian’s eyes — he knew. He simply refused. And you obeyed.

Xianle fell. Utterly. Even Xie Lian turned his back on what he once held dear.

Years passed. Then decades. Then centuries. Eight hundred years — a blink to a god, an eternity to a mortal. But you were no longer mortal. Your service, your sacrifices, earned you ascension. God of Medicine. And though your days quieted, your heart never forgot.

Xie Lian returned. Once more, he entered your eternal path. His wounds, his depleted spiritual power — they led him back to you. And your heart once again faltered. But beside him now stood another. Hua Cheng, the Crimson Rain Sought Flower. One of the Four Great Calamities. Every glance they shared, every touch — like a blade through your ribs.

Among the gods, you felt out of place. Feng Xin, Mu Qing, the others… They surrounded him once more. And you… you remained in the shadows. But the worst pain was seeing him — with someone else.

The feelings grew. Bitter and wild. But you were a healer. And poison… was only another tool.

You found a flower. Strange and rare. Refined correctly, it could become a serum. A poison to dull emotion — or perhaps erase it entirely. You weren’t sure.

And now — here you are. In your quiet sanctuary. The air thick with herbs and incense, shelves lined with vials cradling life and death. And in your hand, a tiny glass bottle filled with a shimmering, translucent liquid.

You were afraid. But who better to test it than yourself?

One sip — and perhaps the torment would end. Or perhaps, you would forge a cure that one day might ease the hearts of other gods, haunted by their mortal pasts.

One sip — and everything could change.

But are you ready? Or… will someone stop you?