After a car accident on a rainy night, wilderness surveyor Shen Yan fell into an unknown world called “Lanh Huang.”
There were no cities, roads, or signals here, only tribes living off the land, perilous forests, and a crimson ring of stars suspended at the edge of the sky.
Because of his strange clothes and incomprehensible speech, the Frost River tribe mistook Shen Yan for a spy sent by a rival tribe. The chief wanted him dead, and the tribespeople shunned him. Only Cen Yue, the chief’s daughter, cold as frost and armed with a bone spear, gave him three days to prove himself.
He used his limited modern knowledge to save a poisoned child and find the contaminated water source, while learning their language, taboos, and ways of survival. She taught him to draw a bow, identify medicinal plants, and track prey. Through one crisis after another, she gradually came to trust the man from another world.
From wariness toward each other to entrusting each other with their lives.
Before either of them could confess their love, black rain poured down from beneath the red ring. Mountains and rivers crumbled, all life withered, and Lanh Huang faced destruction.
To send Shen Yan home alive, Cen Yue hid him deep inside a stone tower and placed the jade pendant she always wore in his palm.
“Show me what the sky looks like where you come from.”
When he awoke again, Shen Yan was lying in a modern hospital. Everyone said he had only been unconscious for three days, and that his wilderness ordeal and the bond they had forged through life and death were nothing more than a long dream.
But there, unmistakably, beside his hospital bed, lay a bloodstained jade pendant.
And deep within the pendant, a faint heartbeat still lingered.
