Xi Ci has been serving as a commander for thousands of years and has written countless lives and deaths without ever hesitating once.
Until she turned over the page of fate - the ancient god of war, Xuan Ge, only had a hundred years left in his life.
Century. The shortest life among the ancient gods. Unusually short.
And this number was written by her hand.
She told herself: The way of heaven has been recognized and cannot be changed after writing.
She told herself: Siming shouldn't have selfish motives.
She told herself: Don't go to Bianyu, don't look at him, don't come close.
——But every time he "passed by" Xingguan Palace and clumsily found a bad excuse to stay, her hand holding the pen would tremble slightly.
Later she learned something even more cruel:
Destiny can be changed. The price is that the writer's existence is erased by the law of heaven, and everyone in the three realms forgets her.
Including him.
"One hundred years is enough. Enough to fight all the wars that need to be fought." He said.
Not enough, she thought. A hundred years would not be enough for her to see him smile a second time.
——
Then she disappeared. He forgot about her.
But he walked to the empty Xingguan Palace and stood there for a long time.
"Passing by."
What the heart remembers, the mind cannot forget.
[Ancient Xianxia | Sadomasochism HE | Paradox of Destiny | Clumsy God of War × Cold-faced Siming]
