She is a book. After living for thousands of years and sleeping for three hundred years, the world was completely different when he woke up.
His name is Shen Du. The half-demon, antique shop owner, has been guarding her for thirty years.
She said she didn't remember him. She doesn't remember what happened thirty years ago, what he said, or what his name was—even the name he gave her.
Shen Du said it didn't matter. It's normal not to remember.
He just cooked porridge and soup every day and looked at her more when she was sleeping. But when she asked "Why are you called Guanyu?", She remained silent for a moment and said, "Please remember my ancestor's name."
He just counted the remaining time day by day.
Lianshan doesn't know. I don't know what the marks on his wrist are, I don't know what he was thinking when he asked "How long are you going to stay this time?", I don't know what decision he had already made when he said "just change".
All she knew was that this man looked at her as if he had been waiting for a long time.
A long, long time.
