Su Qingyuan, a modern cultural relic restorer, was repairing a bronze token engraved with strange flame patterns. His fingertips were scratched by the token's spikes. The moment blood dyed the lines red, the light and shadow around him were distorted. When he opened his eyes again, he became a concubine of an unknown clan in the world of Chen Qingling.
When she first arrived, she met the Wen clan who was purging miscellaneous clans. In the sky filled with fire, she was caught by the figure in black clothes standing in front of the flames - high black hair, golden patterns, and a look of cold and arrogance on all living beings. It was none other than the Wen clan leader, Wen Ruohan, who was known to change his face after hearing about it.
Others were afraid of his cruelty, but she caught a hint of imperceptible fatigue in his eyes. When she unexpectedly handed over the soothing sachet she carried with her, Wen Ruohan's sword stopped at the side of her neck.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" His voice was as cold as ice.
She raised her head, his shadow reflected in her eyes: "I'm afraid, but you are warmer than fire."
From then on, the villainous sect leader who made hundreds of immortal families fearful had a bold little girl in his arms. He smoothed the thorny road ahead for her, and she smoothed the wrinkles between his brows. Everyone in the world knew that Wen Ruohan was cruel and murderous, but only Su Qingyuan knew that this man at the pinnacle of power would blow the warm lotus seed soup to cool down before handing it to her, clumsily pat her back when she had nightmares, and say "I'm here" hotter than fire.
A time travel made her become the only light in his cold world; a heartbeat made him restrain his edge for her and protect her for the rest of her life. Even in troubled times and turbulent political intrigues, his palm has always been her most stable place.
