Lin Luo was reborn at fifteen.
That year, his heart had not yet been torn out, and he was not yet a Saint.
He left his hometown and traveled to Qingyun Kingdom.
A thirteen-year-old girl in red rode past, then stopped in front of him.
She lifted his chin with one hand, her eyes full of unrestrained confidence.
"Little beggar, you're so pretty. Come with me!"
In a daze, he remembered the sandalwood incense at Fanyin Temple that year,
when Yan Ning'an, dressed in red, had leaned against him with a boneless grace.
She had touched his face just like this.
She had said, "Little monk, you're so handsome. Be my demon slave."
Time had come full circle, and the girl was still the same.
He smiled. "All right!"
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
