A slightly shy new elementary school math teacher × a talkative retired esports player who now streams games
Mo Sui isn’t exactly a noob at games. After all, she can solo-queue her way to King rank. But if you call her good, well, that’s about as far as her abilities go. She’s neither here nor there.
She genuinely loves Honor of Kings, too, and has been playing for four or five years.
For instance, when her first day at work was approaching and everyone else was nervous and anxious, Mo Sui calmly opened Honor of Kings instead. One match later, all her worries had vanished. The only thing on her mind was how to trash-talk people. What other troubles could she possibly think about?
Her motto was simple: fear nothing, fight anyone who disagreed, then get beaten until she was running all over the Rift.
She never imagined that running around the Rift this time would lead her to find a partner. Maybe fate simply arrives when it’s ready. No one can stop it.
Her friends all said she’d fallen in love. Only then did Mo Sui suddenly realize she’d stepped into the net of love Nan Chen had woven for her. By the time she wanted to run, it was too late.
Nan Chen never imagined that one impulsive moment in the Honor of Kings arena, no different from any other day, would cost him the rest of his life.
Love takes root without warning, then grows deep. Water nourishes wood; Sui and Chen, our meeting was fate’s finest arrangement.
