I am Ji Huaixu, a precognitive who can see the future, though all I see are fragments, and I often can’t make sense of them.
For example, three months ago, I dreamed that a man had me bound with silver chains. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, “You think you can get away?”
At the time, I thought it was just a nightmare.
Until today, when an honored guest arrived at the Marquis’s residence. His name is Shen Moyuan. He has lived for three thousand years, can read minds, and comes from a place called the Xuanming Realm. The moment he first looked at me in the reception hall, I knew: that nightmare was real.
Worse still, he can actually hear me cursing him in my thoughts.
He says my precognitive ability has been sealed, that I’m “the last precognitive,” and that the survival of three worlds rests on me alone. He says those chains aren’t meant to restrain me, but to connect us.
Should I believe him?
He gave me three days to decide, but I know in my heart that from the moment I met those ink-dark eyes, there was no turning back.
Streets paved with colored glass, a sky with three moons, and a World Tree hung with silver chains.
This is the future I foresaw, and the journey I’m about to embark on.
The only thing I’m unsure of is how many secrets the man who keeps saying “I want you to hate me first” is hiding.
Precognitive × Mind Reader. When I can see every future and you can hear every thought, can there still be a single honest word between us?
