[Cold-blooded dying painter❤️hard-spoken and soft-hearted, painting monsters, ancient fantasy + sadomasochistic love + two-way redemption + painting bones as blood]
Shen Wanhua could feel that life was draining away from his fingertips. The coldness of cold blood seeps out from the depths of the bone marrow, invades the blood vessels, and freezes the heart. Every breath is as difficult and painful as swallowing broken glass.
She knew that she didn't have much time left for herself. At the last moment of her life, she drew a "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" with trembling hands, dipped in her own blood.
Unexpectedly, before the ink was dry, the scroll suddenly glowed with a strange light - the ink surged like a living thing, and a figure burst out of the painting from thousands of miles away. He is Qianshan, the painting demon who has been trapped in the scroll for thousands of years. Bloodthirsty, cold, and with overwhelming hatred in his golden eyes, his only way out is to kill her.
But the moment his slender fingers pinched her fragile neck, his demonic power seemed to be imprisoned by something and he couldn't use it at all.
Her blood is his prison and his only salvation.
From then on, he wanted to kill her but couldn't, and she wanted to live but could only rely on him. They are bound together and cannot be separated.
He said, "I wish you would die soon," but he stood in front of her without hesitation at every critical moment; she used him calmly on the surface, but she unknowingly sank into her heart.
From hostility to care, from use to affection, from mutual suspicion to mutual trust, but when the truth from thousands of years ago surfaced, when the real solution to the cold-blooded disease was revealed, they discovered that this redemption had long been engraved in the bone marrow, and no one could escape.
