Yan Zhenzhen, a third-year online essay writer, came back from the dead after a car accident, but her grandfather died for her.
From that day on, she always dreamed of a man in white. He said that he was her husband eight hundred years ago, and that they had made a life-and-death blood contract—when she died, he was devastated.
She didn't believe it and just thought it was a dream. But the man named Song Xingchen in the dream endured eight hundred years of loneliness for her and gave half of his soul to her.
Until someone told her: the eight hundred years of the blood contract is today.
And the "lord of nightmares" who looked at Song Xingchen's face and smiled at her in the dark was eating away her memories bit by bit.
She has been writing about abuse for four years and is the best at breaking down routines.
But she never expected that this time, the person in the routine was herself.
