Rainy night, barren mountains.
I shoveled down and brought up a piece of black mud mixed with grass roots.
From behind, a cold female voice sounded: "If you move it another three inches, don't damage the mortise and tenon structure of the main coffin."
I looked back at her and she was my fiancée in name, Ling Shuang.
He is also the descendant of this ancestral tomb.
Three days ago, this woman broke into my antique shop with a marriage certificate that I had no memory of at all, and said that I had lost my memory. She also said that the only way to get my memory back was to rob a tomb with her.
I thought she was joking until she removed the door of my shop with one hand, and then lightly dodged the teacup I threw at her with my "psychic power" in desperation.
The way she looked at me was not like looking at a lover, but more like looking at a long-dusted... Weapon.
"Shen Ye," she held a black umbrella and stood beside the grave I dug, condescendingly, "Welcome home."
I looked at the bottomless cave in front of me and felt that I was not retrieving my memory, but rushing towards a death that had been prepared for me.
