The Whole Institute Fears Me, but the Disabled Tycoon Wants to Marry Me

**Everyone knows you must never disturb the Grand Year, yet few know that it was once a stone left behind when the heavens were mended, and also a broken bone from the body of one's beloved.**

For three thousand years, Xie Ci, the Great Emperor Ziwei, cast aside his divine status, descended into the Nine Hells, and braved the Ghost Market, offering his own flesh and blood in sacrifice, all to piece together the shattered soul of his wife, A Jiu.

But when the nine “Grand Year Spines” were restored, the truth broke his heart:

**For her to truly live as a human, he would have to vanish from this world completely.**

That day, the Southern Heavenly Gate collapsed. He whispered in her ear, “Forget me.”

Many years later, beside a dried-up well, beneath a locust tree.

She had married a mortal and no longer knew of immortals or demons. He had turned to dust and earth, to wind and leaves.

She couldn't understand why tears always streamed down her face whenever she passed that tree.

**She didn't know that every speck of dust beneath her feet was proof of his love for her.**