Xu Qinghe bound to the redemption system and returned to the age of seventeen. His mission was to spend seven years curing the world-weary young man He Yijin.
The system said: The pain has been bound, and the pain penalty will be doubled if you are tempted.
So he hid all his emotions and calmly acted as the other person's light, even if every time he got close it felt like walking on a knife's edge.
The thorn lines on his wrists caused by him were burning and painful.
Until that night, He Yijin blocked Xu Qinghe at the entrance of the alley, and lightly touched the other person's wrist that was shaking in pain with his fingertips:
"Why don't you want me anymore?" There was endless pain and grievance in his eyes.
"Obviously when you died in my arms in your last life, you still said you loved me."
Later, the system alarm sounded all night long, and each punishment became more deadly.
And He Yijin knelt in front of the hospital bed, holding Xu Qinghe and crying bitterly.
"I don't want you to save me..." His voice was hoarse, and hot tears fell on Xu Qinghe's ulcerated skin. "Xu Qinghe, it's my turn to go to the abyss this time. You survive, okay?"
