Deep in the ancient ruins, a silver-haired girl cut down an evil spirit with one stroke of her sword and rescued a bloodied boy.
“Useless. You can’t even protect yourself, yet you dare enter the ancient ruins?”
Qing Chen looked up and memorized her appearance: silver hair like a waterfall, a cold and proud gaze, and a sword tip that had stopped three inches short.
He wanted to thank her, but she said coldly, “You’re useful to me alive. That’s all.”
He didn’t know she had guarded the ancient ruins for a hundred years, all for the sake of waiting for him.
Seventeen vessels had died. He was the only one who had survived.
He also didn’t know that the spirit core inside him was a “key,” and that every person he healed cost him a memory. She decided to remember everything for him:
a handkerchief, a paper lantern, the warmth of congee, and the words, “Don’t die. There’ll be no one to bury you.”
Later, he forgot everything, but each morning he remembered to bring her a bowl of congee, setting it in front of her with the handle turned to the right.
“Who are you?”
“Ling Xi.”
“I feel like I remember that name.”
Sixty years later, the sky above the Guixu Realm was painted in seven colors.
He had forgotten her name, but he remembered that someone was waiting for him.
“Have you paid back the principal?”
“Not yet. We’ll continue in the next life.”
This is a story about forgetting and remembering.
Those who are forgotten will eventually become a splash of color in the Guixu Realm.
And she will be his color forever.
The complete novel is finished at 120,000 words. Enjoy reading!
