A young man stepped out of the rain, his robes fluttering as he wore a smile that never faltered. His brows were as still as a deep pool, yet his beauty was breathtaking. He waved and called to him, “Su Yan! Look at this peace charm. It wards off disaster and turns bad luck into good. Want one?”
Su Yan accepted it with a smile, and wore it for ten years.
But later... the young man died. Only then did he learn that the charm held the young man’s fate. Behind it lay the endless sorrow and hardship of the martial world.
Su Yan stared blankly at the talisman in his hand.
The young man had drawn it himself. It wasn’t very pretty, but Su Yan spent ten years pondering over it.
Ten years later, Su Yan finally understood what the talisman meant:
“I like you. I want to give you the best of everything. I’ll bear every hardship for you. I only ask that you stay safe, and that you don’t leave.”
Ten years ago, the boy had been too young. His words were childish and silly.
Ten years later, when those scenes played out again, Su Yan glanced at Wen Ye beside him. He knew the boy had returned...
