A Pretty Boy’s Taming Diary

Two people on the road of the martial world. One doesn't know how to be a person. The other doesn't want to be one. That evening, Xiao Zhi stumbled into a stone hut, clutching the knife wound at his waist. The hut was empty. He took some rice, left some silver, and prepared to go. A young man with fair, delicate skin stood in the doorway, wiping his hands with a handkerchief. “Where are you going, sir?” he asked with a faint smile. “I was just sorting out my wife's clothes. Living here, one really has to be careful.” She decided to deceive him at first sight. But you can't wrap a fire in paper, and no one can hide from their past. She had debts to settle; he had vengeance to pursue. The martial world wasn't a shelter, and two people who didn't want to be “human” couldn't simply hide from it. When the wind rose, fallen blossoms covered the mountain, and not one knew where it was meant to drift. He said, “You helped me, so of course I should help you.” She said, “If the opportunity arises, I hope you'll look out for me, sir.” Back then, they still didn't know that some encounters were destined to leave them with nowhere to call home from the very beginning.