"Hello, I'm Zhao Fei. I'm an immortal in charge of writing humans' love fates. Every day, I bring couples together, tear them apart, or even grant death before their love can bloom. If I'm in a good mood, I might write a happy ending. But most of the time, I create tragic ones because I don't believe in love. What is love? Why do humans fall in love? These questions constantly haunt my mind. Some people thank me, while many curse me.
[In the human world,]
"Why is this happening to me?" A girl sobbed, crying her eyes out. "I curse the one who wrote this fate for me," she said, watching her loved one leave her for another woman.
Hmm, this is perfect, I whispered to myself, feeling quite proud of my work.
"Oh my god, you're doing that again? I feel so sorry for those humans," a voice interrupted my moment of joy.
Looking up, I saw my friend standing by the door, arms crossed.
"If you're done ruining their love, let's go to sleep," she said, rubbing her eyes.
After a long day of crafting heartbreaks, I was finally ready to rest. The moment my head hit the pillow, exhaustion took over, and I fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, I opened my eyes, yawning and stretching. I turned toward the mirror—only to see a human girl staring back at me.
"What a beautiful girl," I said, admiring her reflection.
But after a closer look, I froze. That girl... was me.
"Ahhh!", I screamed, touching my face and body in disbelief. "What am I doing here, in this mortal body?"
Suddenly, a handsome man barged into the room, already shouting. "Why are you screaming?" His furious expression startled me.
"It's cockroach," I muttered, completely distracted by his handsome face.
Without a word, he threw a piece of paper at me. "Sign this!" he demanded.
Picking it up, I flipped through the pages. When I realized it was a divorce paper, I looked up in confusion. What the...?
"I make mortals go through this, but now I'm the one experiencing it?", my mind raced. Whose body am I in? Who is this man?
Thankfully, the situation seemed all too familiar. Ah, I see! He must have been forced to marry me by his family. Now that his 'white moonlight' has returned, he wants a divorce.
Smiling to myself, I thought, this is just like the fates I write for humans.
"Okay, I can divorce you, but I want," I said, holding up ten fingers as if making some calculation. Then, with a smirk, he tossed a black card onto the bed.
"This card has no limit. Take it and sign the papers," he said confidently.
Grinning ear to ear, I grabbed the black card and signed the papers without hesitation. Hugging the card like it was a treasure, I planted happy kisses on it, already dreaming of the endless possibilities.
But then, something on the bed caught my eye—a strange bottle. I picked it up, only to realize it was a bottle of numbing pills, the kind used to relieve intense, unbearable pain. Staring at it in stunned silence, I felt confusion creeping in.
"Zhao Fei," a voice called out my name suddenly.
"Who is that?" I asked, rolling my eyes around the room, trying to find the source.
Then, as if out of nowhere, a man appeared before me, dressed in a white, angel-like suit.
"You… you…," I stammered, trembling.
He smirked and said, "I am Mu An, an angel who punishes immortals."
"What did I do?" I asked, confused, trying to recall everything and make sense of his words.
He sighed and began to explain. "You've broken the hearts of countless lovers. Many of them cursed you to experience the fates they endured in their lives. Too many good souls have cursed you, so Heaven has decided on this punishment."
I stared at him in disbelief as he continued. "You will remain in this mortal body. Your task is to change her fate—help her realize her dreams, seek her revenge, and find her love. Only when you complete this task will you be allowed to return to Heaven."
"What? I don't know her! I don't know anything about her—not even her name! How am I supposed to do that?" I protested, panic rising in my voice.
Before he could answer, my surroundings began to shift. Suddenly, I found myself in a dreamlike place.
"This is Su Yan's memory," the angel, Mu An, said. "She's the girl whose body you're in. If you want to help her, you need to understand her past."
I looked around and saw a tiny house barely big enough for a small family. Inside, a man and a woman were playing happily with a baby.
"That's Su Yan as a baby," Mu An explained.
The scene shifted, and I watched little Su Yan grow up. She beamed with joy as she brought her marksheet home to show her parents. They showered her with praise, pride evident in their eyes.
As time passed, the cramped house transformed into a spacious villa, a clear sign of their newfound wealth. Su Yan's mother had founded a company, and it quickly grew to become one of the top companies in China.
For a while, Su Yan's life was filled with love and happiness, but it didn't last. Her world shattered when her mother discovers her father's affair, a betrayal that had lasted nearly twenty years. To make matters worse, Su Yan learns that her father had a daughter with the woman, he had affair with. The betrayal shattered her mother's heart. Su Yan's father, along with his mistress, steals the Su Group from her mother which causes her condition to worsen.
Little by little, the fights between her parents grew more frequent and more bitter. Each day, the tension worsened, until one day, it all came to a tragic end. Su Yan's mother couldn't bear the pain any longer, and her life was lost in the dark.