[Travel + Dual Strength + Time and Space Fate] Nuo face and an unhealed wound. With the sound of drums, Lin Xi fell into the war-torn world three hundred years ago.
Nuo Goddess? Only young Duangong Zhuya knew that she was not. He didn't expose her or get close, he only handed her a bowl of bitter tea late at night, and stood behind her with a knife while she climbed up the wall to sing Nuo opera to ward off the enemy.
The flames of war reached the foot of the mountain. He exchanged one finger for her life, and she exchanged one body for the safety of the village.
Three hundred years later, he still had the same face, and a finger was missing on his left hand. He handed over the same bitter tea and asked: "You were not used to drinking it before, what about now?"
She forgot everything, but couldn't stop crying.
When the drum beats again, will the old friend return?
The Nuo mask can cover God, but it cannot cover...
