Shen Mengli's life was haunted by one recurring dream after another. There was always a man whose face she couldn't make out. His voice was low and bewitching as he branded the same words into her mind again and again: “Shen Mengli, you are mine.”
Whenever danger threatened her in the waking world, that figure would break through the barrier of dreams and protect her with an almost domineering resolve. She couldn't understand this inexplicable bond, nor did she know that her pure yin constitution had long been the obsession of someone who had crossed lifetimes for her.
He was a snake immortal who had lived for nine thousand years, with a face beautiful enough to captivate all living beings, yet he relentlessly pursued her, still innocent in this life. Past debts, present ties: when the fragments of memory finally came together, Shen Mengli realized she had long been the tribulation destined for him, and the one he cherished down to his very bones.
“No matter how many lifetimes pass, you won't escape me.” His voice pierced through time and space, and this time, she finally saw the unyielding obsession and deep affection in his eyes.
