On the day Yu Zhi entered the otome game, she was holding the pawn ticket and huddled at the end of Yongning Road as a passerby without a portrait.
She originally wanted to survive in troubled times, until she bumped into the man who was supposed to live on the screen at the stairs of the teahouse——
Cold snow.
Everyone was afraid of him and called him "Mr. Han", saying that he was as hard-hearted as an aide to a warlord who climbed to high positions by stepping on corpses.
Ke Yu Zhi looked at him with uncontrollable distress in her eyes.
She knew that he was about to die in the snow when he was five years old, she knew about the old wounds hidden under his prayer beads, and she knew that he had never been treated gently in his life.
She thought she was an onlooker, but she didn't know that a glance back caused the gentleman who never believed in fate to have delusional thoughts at the moment when the beads stopped spinning.
"What is she hiding from?"
"How did she know I was hurt?"
"That look... Is more than just distressing."
From the wonton stall on Yongning Road to the Shura Field in the Governor's Mansion.
She wanted to change her life, but he wanted to hide his heart.
When the system noticed that the variables were out of control and tried to erase traces of her existence, the man who had always been cold and silent protected her in the palm of his hand and carved "Han Jixue is here" on the stone platform.
Even if we are enemies of the world, we must keep this encounter across time and space.
Small Theater
One day, adjutant Qin Yao wrote in his notepad:
"Sir, I drank hot tea today and made an incense burner with my own hands."
"My husband didn't trust people before, but now he is willing to give her his life."
"This world has finally changed."
