My name is Ling Ye. The day I landed inside The Grave Robbers' Chronicles, I became the coldest, most vengeful ghost in the tomb.
I can overpower the undead with my fighting skills, glimpse the fading shadows of life and death, and master every kind of trap and sinister trick. Others respect and fear me, calling me a mad god of war who clawed his way out of a mountain of corpses and sea of blood. But no one knows that severe depression has long since hollowed me out. The only reason I keep living is to protect Hei Xiazi.
I know he is destined to endure eternal loneliness, his eyesight ravaged by a bone-deep affliction, walking alone in darkness for the rest of his life.
So in Angry Sea, Hidden Sand, I take the hidden arrows meant for him. In Snake Marsh, Ghost City, I change the path that would have led him to death. In the Zhang Family Ancient Tower, I bear the curse in his place. And amid the wild sands of Sand Sea, I draw away everyone hunting him.
But my silence is mistaken for indifference, my restraint for scheming, and my willingness to die for him becomes proof of a treacherous ulterior motive.
He laughs at me for being heartless, calls me cold and unfeeling, and is convinced I only got close to him to use him. Again and again, he pushes me away, using the cruelest words to wound me where it hurts most.
I never defend myself.
Those living with depression don’t even dare to love openly. All I can do is hide my devotion in every turn away and bury my tenderness in every act of protection.
