A storm swept through the peach grove. Sun Wukong, exiled from the Celestial Realm, strayed into a forbidden place and became bound by a soul pact to Lin Daiyu, who had been trapped there for three hundred years.
One soul, one trial. Their lives were linked for seven days. If they could not break free of their obsessions, they would both perish in body and spirit.
He had neither feelings nor desires, and was fiercely proud. Yet in this game of fate, her cool, smiling glance quietly pierced his defenses.
Her heart was as still as water, and she did not believe in vows. Yet in one of his jokes, she heard a tenderness she had never known before.
When the peach blossoms had all fallen, the wounds of their past lives and the trials of this life came back before their eyes.
The obsession they had failed to resolve long ago had been planted a thousand years earlier.
This time, he would protect her with his own hands.
Amid the sweeping wind and snow, he swore on his golden staff:
“Lin Daiyu, if the Three Realms turn against you, then I will shatter the Three Realms for you!”
