Ten years ago, Shen Zhiyi died in Xiao Jue's arms. The arrow pierced his chest, and her blood seeped into the mutton-fat white jade around his waist, growing together with the stone. Her body turned into nothingness in his arms, leaving nothing behind.
In the past ten years, there has been an endless stream of beauties contributing. Xiao Jue never takes a closer look - he can tell it's not her at a glance.
Until the prefect of the capital sent a woman of unknown origin. Xiao Jue passed by the side door and glanced at
The jade pendant around my waist suddenly started to feel hot.
"What's your name?"
"Shen Zhiyi."
Xiao Jue chuckled, and the laughter sent chills down the spine. "What a good name. I once knew a person with this name."
"Where is she?"
"She's dead." He had an extremely gentle smile on his face, but the knuckles of his hand holding Jade were white, "So - who are you?"
Shen Zhiyi didn't know what he was talking about. She is just a modern person who was hit by a car and was transported into ancient times. She is calm and rational, and can take advantage of the situation as soon as she sees it. The regent wants to keep her? Okay, she will be his accountant to pay for his room and board. The more he looked at her like that, the more she built walls with ROI. But someone was calling her in the dream, and that voice came from the same person as the cry she heard in the dark during the car accident.
Until she remembered everything - the young man who taught her how to play chess in the palace, the cold arrows that flew during the coup. She grabbed Xiao Jue's collar: "Who allowed you to make yourself look like a human being or a ghost!"
The gentle and jade-like mask finally shattered. Xiao Jue buried his face in the crook of her neck, his shoulders shaking slightly: "Zhiyi, I thought you didn't want me anymore."
"Stupid or not, I just can't find my way home."
