I volunteered to join a "game" hosted by the gods.
The rules are simple: go to the end and any wish will come true.
The price is clear: betrayal, madness, or death.
On the first day, Han Bingche, a famous "problem student" in the school, and I were locked into the same pure white cell.
She is unruly and undisciplined, like an unpredictable fire.
I'm calm, distant, and used to playing the perfect "template."
We should be two parallel lines.
Until she was burned by the fantasy of desire in her sleep and curled up unconsciously; until I reached out my hand unexpectedly and turned a cold observation into a tentative kiss that fell on her palm.
Something outside the rules began to grow quietly.
However, the gods' chess game is far more bizarre than imagined. The next second, we "soul-pierced" and became the generals and civil servants of the ancient dynasty.
She was a defeated general who was going to be killed.
I am the new minister who protects her from the emperor.
I thought this was just another round of survival challenges, until the young emperor on the dragon throne stepped aside, walked slowly down the throne, and raised my chin in a familiar tone that belonged to a suitor in the real world:
"Long time no see, Luo Meng."
At this moment, I was shocked to realize that there were far more players in this game than just the two of us.
The "god" from above is looking down,
The covetous "companions" have taken over the power of life and death.
Under the strict hierarchy and cold tactics, the unspoken and unclarified throbbing between me and Han Bingche became the softest and most dangerous weakness.
