Deep in the ancient ruins, the silver-haired girl cut down the evil spirits with one sword and saved the young man who was covered in blood.
"Trash, you can't even protect yourself, how dare you break into the ancient ruins?"
Qingchen raised his head and remembered her appearance - silver hair like a waterfall, cold and arrogant eyes, and the sword tip was tilted three inches.
He wanted to say thank you, but she said coldly: "You are alive and useful to me. That's all."
He didn't know that she had been guarding the ancient ruins for hundreds of years just to wait for him.
Seventeen vessels died, and he was the only one who survived.
He didn't even know that the spiritual core in his body was the "key". Every time someone was cured, a memory would be forgotten. And she decided to remember everything for him——
The handkerchief, the lantern, the temperature of the porridge, the phrase "Don't die, no one will collect your body".
Later, he forgot everything, but he remembered bringing a bowl of porridge every morning with the handle facing right and placing it in front of her.
"Who are you?"
"Lingxi."
"I seem to remember this name."
Sixty years later, the sky in Guixu Realm has seven colors.
He forgot her name, but remembered that someone was waiting for him.
"Has the principal been repaid?"
"Not yet. Continue in the next life."
This is a story about forgetting and remembering.
The forgotten people will eventually become a touch of color in the Guixu Realm.
And she is his eternal color.
The full text has been completed, totaling 120,000 words, so feel free to read it.
