The goddess Xiang Yue was once known as the ruler of happiness, the leader of a world of peace and love. However, ever since she lost her lover, Shen Mo, a human youth who had saved the world from destruction with the sacrifice of his life, she had become a different person. After his death, Xiang Yue closed herself off from the outside world, locking her heart in a dark and silent room, hiding all the feelings that once existed. Time for the goddess stopped, and her life became empty, nothing could change it.

However, fate played its part again. Shen Mo was reborn, not in human form, but as the new Heavenly Emperor, Tian Xuan. His face was exactly the same as the old Shen Mo, but there was something missing in his gaze—the love and warmth he once had had been eroded by his newfound power. Although his physical appearance had not changed, his soul had become a completely different person, colder, harder, and trapped in the ambition that dominated his mind.

Tian Xuan did not know that the woman who had once been his lover was the goddess who had lost herself. When they first met, he felt an invisible force pulling him towards Xiang Yue, as if he could not stop thinking about her. But even though her face was exactly the same as the one he knew, her heart was different. She did not recognize the love that had once existed between them, only a thirst for control.

"I want you to come back to me," Tian Xuan said, looking at him with an obsessive gaze. "You are my destiny, Xiang Yue."

Xiang Yue stared at him with empty eyes, her heart no longer echoing. "You are not him," she replied flatly. "You are just a shadow of a lover who has passed away."

But Tian Xuan's obsession knew no retreat. He ordered everything to draw closer to Xiang Yue, controlling her every step. Even when Xiang Yue was forced to interact with another man. A young god who tried to rekindle the spirit of life within the goddess. Tian Xuan went mad, angry and burning the world he saw as a threat.

Even when Xiang Yue simply smiled at him, Tian Xuan felt an uncontrollable rage well up inside him. "He doesn't deserve to touch you," he whispered in a low, trembling voice, as the fire of hatred began to consume him. "Only I can do it. Only I"