When Shen Moyuan was nineteen, he confirmed one thing: Yao Guang liked him.
She was one of the Seven Heavenly Generals of the Imperial Bow, the supreme commander of Yuque, and the youngest Heavenly General in the Xianzhou Alliance. He was merely a young diviner in the Taibusi, born into a poor family and clawing his way up through fortune-telling. She knew what he needed: someone to fend off accusations, clear obstacles, and transfer away anyone who got close to him. Each time, she appeared at just the right moment, like a chess piece whose position he had calculated.
He used her to consolidate his power, and kept doing so for eleven years.
It was only on the day he was exiled that he learned the truth: every time he took advantage of her, it was because she had just turned away. He thought he was using her, but in fact she was shaping him into the person she wanted him to be. He thought he was the one moving the pieces, but he was the piece she had spent eleven years raising.
Ten years later, he returned from exile. The sea of stars outside the window was unchanged. A cup of warm tea sat on the windowsill, as if someone had calculated exactly when he would open that door. He didn't know that she had moved that tree, laid that road, and counted those ten years.
He thought he had made his way back to the beginning. In truth, she had been sitting at the destination all along, waiting for him to lift the cup of tea.
This is a story about calculation and silent observation. He thought he had calculated everything under heaven, until the day of his exile, when he discovered that every instance of his "using" her had been an interface she had set up in advance.
I only heard old traces and confirmation. You said it several times, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. They were either confirming or just humming a few words.
Very good to watch, the emotional scenes are very good
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