After the Wrong Red Line Was Pulled, I Had a HE Relationship with the Treatment Department.

The red rope tied under the locust tree was tangled in the wrong natal chart, and when my eyes were covered with blood in front of the mourning hall, he held my fingertips and said, "When I grow up, no one can touch Ye Lingling." Later, the warm light under the Sansheng tree tightened the string, and our fingertips touched: "We advance together and retreat together in this life." A Chou, who was hiding in the shadows of the paper-delivery man, used his self-destruction to block the fatal arrow for his daughter; the ghost bride who had guarded the coffin for three hundred years poured blood out of Lingyouhua as tears - and when the Ama Heart Stone on his chest became hot, even the sea turned away: He took her to the bottom of the sea to look at the corals, and the waves were wrapped in a film of water to help her breathe; the fish were wrapped in light and laughed around her, and the tide slowed down and waited for her to tie her hair tie; even on the day he crushed the fairy door of hypocrisy, the waves took the initiative to support her steps and prevent blood from splattering on her skirt. So what if the red rope is pulled wrong? He was a ruthless orphan like a cub, digging out his tenderness to protect her; she was the only soft spot in his life, clinging to his blood-stained sleeves to accompany him on his journey to immortality. The bitterness of chewing, the fierceness of burning, and the toughness of quenching blood, finally circled back to the fingertips—— "This time the string was pulled correctly, it was us; even the sea proved it for us, it was fate." (Two-way protection/childhood sweetheart/ocean bond/obsession to become a god/HE) Any similarity in the surnames and first names of the characters in this plot is purely accidental.