Where the Scales Return

This was written to satisfy my own lingering regret after watching the show. So, babies, I still don't recommend reading this with your brain switched on, because mine doesn't work all that well.

On her 49th regression, she knelt outside the gates of Shilin Sect and watched him get devoured.

On her 50th regression, he locked her in a cage, the tenderness gone from his eyes.

Lu Wuyi had lost her memories. Her older sister told her that her mission was to get close to Jiling, the person destined for her: the legendary bright and innocent young man.

But when she arrived at the Wei residence, she found a madman who controlled everyone with the Purple Lightning of the Eastern Pole and abducted her right in front of her sister.

He confined her in the finest pavilion at Shilin Sect, surrounded her with fine clothes and delicious food, but denied her freedom. She smashed vases, tore down the sign over the door, banged a gong in the middle of the night, and even set up a stall selling sunflower seeds in the Dragon God’s Hall... She turned Shilin Sect upside down. Jiling not only didn't get angry, he laughed and let her do whatever she wanted.

But gradually, she sensed something was wrong. He looked at her in two different ways: in public, his gaze was possessive and obsessive; in private, it was full of heartache and restraint.

One night, he stood by her bed and said, “I’m sorry.”

He actually remembered all 49 regressions, while she had forgotten him this time.

He laid out a gentle plan, bringing Jiuying into his fold, joining forces with Wu Shiguang, and claiming the Dragon God’s power. Everyone thought he had turned evil. Only she knew the truth: this fool simply wanted everyone to live.

The 50th regression was bought with Jican’s life. Jiling didn’t know that.

She didn't tell him. She only secretly took every hidden arrow meant for him whenever he couldn't see.

Forty-nine times, she couldn't change the inevitable ending. This time, no one was allowed to die.