Xiao Yao, the young goddess of the Fate Hall in the Ninth Heaven, was banished to the mortal realm for breaking the heavenly laws in her previous life. Her assigned duty was to tie red strings for lovelorn men and women and earn merit. A destiny verdict reading "Lone Luan, Weeping Blood" doomed her to eternal solitude. Yet one moonlit night by Mirror Moon Lake, a carefully planned "mermaid drowning ruse" entangled her once again with Xiang Liu, the North Sea merfolk who had been in hiding for three hundred years. The silver-haired man immersed in the cold pool was the one she had once saved by carving out her heart, only for him to be burned by heavenly lightning.
When Xiao Yao's marriage thread wound around Xiang Liu's wrist, the snapped red string became an unbreakable knot, revealing the unresolved karma between them across three lifetimes. A peach-blossom-shaped scale from a heavenly tribulation burned at Xiang Liu's collarbone, sealing a lovesick tear formed from a drop of her heart's blood in her previous life. The wound that mysteriously blossomed on Xiao Yao's fingertip was exactly like the scar she had gotten when she caught heavenly lightning with her bare hands. More perilously, the merfolk's "Twin Souls Pact," sealed with a life scale, bound their souls together. From then on, they would share the stars and moon for countless ages, and face every trial of life and death together.
Yet the Three Realms would not tolerate those who defied fate. Twelve tolls of the Fate Hall's bell heralded doom, the Tushan clan's heavenly punishment envoy arrived bearing shears to sever love, and the backward flow of the blood-red tides foretold a reversal of time and space. Xiao Yao discovered that this so-called "matchmaker training" was nothing more than a thousand-year scheme in which Xiang Liu had used himself as bait. He hid her shattered soul within a mermaid pearl, reversed the tides to reopen the old case of the Execution Platform, and even risked awakening the ancient Torch Dragon to overturn the order of the Three Realms. As "Lone Luan, Weeping Blood" on the marriage register gradually turned into "Together in Life and Buried Together in Death," the conch horn of the South Sea merfolk, hunting a traitor, sounded nearby. And beneath Xiang Liu's increasingly frost-white hair lay a heart-searing truth powerful enough to consume three lifetimes...
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