Xie Wuyi feels nothing when he touches anything in the world, except my hair.
So he would always comb my long hair over and over again when I was pretending to be asleep, as if that was the only warmth he could capture.
I am Ji Wan, and my biggest task in this life is to kill him. We deceived each other, plotted against each other, and stumbled through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Until that day, he was sitting in the center of the altar to save the world, and his body was turning into ice crystals inch by inch. Beyond the barrier, I desperately wanted to touch him.
The last message he sent me was a cold calculation:
[Please calculate the distance between you and me.
The answer I calculated is: three hundred miles of death radius, forty-nine years of time difference, and thirteen thousand souls sent to hell by our own hands.
