Lu Hengyu went back in time for the third time. Seven days were torn off the calendar, but his legs were still numb. The doorbell rang, and a strange woman handed over an invitation: the wedding was in seven days. "You saved me when you were seven, and the Maya contract requires me to marry you." Shen Qingyi said. He didn't know her at all. The cracks in the Shadow World are growing wider every day, and only his universal healing paste can mend them. Every time you make a repair, you have to go back, and every time you go back, your life span will be shortened by seven days. Shen Qingyi was accidentally dragged into that half-virtual and half-real world, and saw another Lu Hengyu - with intact legs and violent eyes, slowly devouring the disabled version of his existence. The "selves" of the twin worlds cannot coexist, and one of them must disappear. Shen Qingyi blocked the fatal blow for him, and before falling into coma, she said: The engagement is cancelled, don't waste your life anymore. Lu Hengyu pulled out the last tube of repair cream. He heard his heartbeat slow as the shadow collapsed. He said: "I do what I say, even if I risk my life, I will cultivate until you wake up."
