[Two Male Leads + Brooding Ghost General + Gentle, Refined Little Immortal Physician + Equally Matched Leads + Scheming, Spoiled Bottom + Relentless Pursuit + Mutual Devotion]
Everyone believed the cold-faced God of War Mo Qisang, a decisive killer, had perished on the battlefield, his soul scattered.
What they didn’t know was that mortal eyes could never see his true destiny.
Mo Qisang was an ancient god of war, while Cangming was an ancient divine physician.
Their love had broken the laws of heaven, and they were punished by being sent to the mortal realm to undergo trials. Now, this was the final life of their tribulation.
In this mortal life, after Mo Qisang died, he became a cold, clinging vengeful ghost who perched on the bedside of the gentle immortal physician Mo Cangming night after night.
By day, Mo Cangming healed the sick and saved lives, a celestial being untouched by worldly grime.
At night, icy ghostly energy crept up his ankles.
In the darkness, Mo Qisang’s eyes glowed scarlet as he clasped Mo Cangming’s fingers and murmured with aggrieved, sickly sweetness:
“A-Ming, you took someone else’s pulse today and touched him for three whole breaths. I’m going to peel off his skin!”
As a bitter wind howled, Mo Cangming showed no fear before the crazed ghost. His eyes brimmed with the indulgence they had accumulated over countless lifetimes.
He pulled the shattered soul into his arms, pressing warm lips to the ghost’s deathly pale neck.
“How about you don’t touch anyone else from now on, all right? Come here, big brother, let me hold you.”
The ghost, who a moment earlier had been ready to slaughter everyone in sight, stiffened, then buried himself in Mo Cangming’s neck with a satisfied sigh.
People said humans and ghosts could never be together. But in this final tribulation, the immortal physician willingly built a cage around himself, spending his whole life keeping this clingy, brooding monster by his side.
