Amidst the sound of ice breaking in the cold pool, Xiao Lin rescued the young man in green shirt. The mark under his left eye, as pale as rouge, suddenly turned as bright as cinnabar when he was about to die, like a charm soaked in blood.
The dragon pendant in his arms became hot for no reason, and when it touched the phoenix pendant that the young man took out, it actually oozed the burnt smell of the palace fire ten years ago. The two words "Lin" and "Yi" on the jade are just mirror images.
"They said this birthmark is a curse." The young man coughed up blood and smiled. His fingertips brushed against the old poison wound on Xiao Lin's wrist, and the dull pain there miraculously subsided.
The shadow guard of the Queen Mother arrived with a snake flute, and the barbarian totem oozed blood under the moon. When the two jade pieces spelled out the complete pattern, Xiao Lin was shocked to realize that the secrets that should have been burned away in the fire twelve years ago were resurrected with this touch of cinnabar.
The temperature on the tip of the young man's tongue when he was feeding the medicine, and the decisive figure on his back when he held up a lamp to self-immolate, are all telling a fate that has already been written - is it redemption or sacrifice?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
