When the bulldozer crushed my last memory, I slapped the "forced demolition notice" on the man's face with my own hands.
My name is Liang Wei, an ancient building restorer. His name is Shen Duo, a ruthless spokesman for capital, who wants to raze my hometown and build a business empire.
Everyone laughed at me for not overestimating my abilities, waiting to see me crushed by reality.
Until I dug out the blood oath written by his family a hundred years ago and "never dismantle it" deep in the ruins.
Public opinion was in an uproar, and his tens of billions of projects were suspended overnight.
I read the alliance letter in front of everyone and watched him fall from the clouds.
But he trapped me in a corner in a deserted place, breathing hotly: "Liang Wei, you win. Now, tell me how to write your name into my family's ancestral motto?"
Later, wherever my repair ruler pointed, his capital territory expanded.
We joined forces and planted the most expensive roses on the ruins of the city.
Those who once laughed at me finally understood:
He destroyed the world, but spent the rest of his life rebuilding an immortal city for me.
