No One Told Me Playing with a Scythe Would Get Me Stalked by a Lunatic

He is Chen Liandao, the young master of the Qianyuan Sect, fallen into the streets and waiting to reclaim his place in the family. She is Bai Huahua, who runs a straw-sandal stall beneath the city bridge and dreams of the martial world. An old marriage contract binds together these two people from utterly different worlds.

She waits at the bridge, watching travelers come and go from north and south. In the end, all who arrives is a fiance who won't even look at her.

Then, on a stormy night, assassins searching for the sect corner him in an alley, leaving him gravely wounded and near death. The shoe seller he looked down on uses the grass rope she knows best to set a snare, hoists him onto her back, and carries him into the fog. Her fingertips are rough, but her embrace is steady. In a hoarse voice, she says, "Lin Hexing, your martial world is too dangerous... But I promised to get you home safely."