Yan Huaizhi died, and I watched his body being cremated with my own eyes. I don't want earth-shattering love and a lover who never changes my heart. I just want him to be an ordinary person.
Because I was the one who committed the most sins, and I deserved to be haunted by thousands of wronged souls when I dreamed about it at midnight, and to have endless nightmares every night. I was responsible for my own cause and effect, but he spent all his cultivation to save me. I didn't want to accept his soul dissipating alone in the nine heavens, so I tried my best to keep a trace of his soul. From then on, my destiny resonated with him, and our souls depended on each other.
Yan Huai Zhi, I will live well, I will save you, don't cry for me anymore, I don't want to see your tearful eyes.
——Xia Ji's handwriting in 2025
Xia Ji is a completely unlucky person. Nothing good has happened to her since she can remember. Bad luck has followed her. Her relatives have betrayed and abandoned her, her friends have died violently, and being alone seems to be her final ending. However, the tricks of fate are far more than that, and she has begun to see many supernormal things. Natural events, worse things happened, and early death seemed to be her final destination. Until Yan Huai Zhi appeared, the countless snows given by life began to melt away, winter was fading, and spring was late, but she had a summer as bright as the morning sun.
(This story is purely fabricated by the author and has no basis.)
