Scheduled to begin posting at the end or beginning of the year
Could two completely different timelines overlap for a single moment?
If so, when that instant comes, how many people who were never meant to meet will fate push toward one another?
Fang Ning has never believed in fate.
He was adopted at seven, killed for the first time at ten, and made a name for himself throughout the martial world at fifteen.
Until an assassination that should have been just like any other.
On a stormy night, a long street runs red with blood.
Fang Ning flips down from the eaves. The instant the short blade in his hand sinks into his target's chest, he hears a sudden cracking sound.
The next moment, heaven and earth turn upside down, and he tumbles into an unfamiliar forest of red maples.
Demonic beasts run rampant here, spiritual energy surges through the air, and he sits covered in blood amid a mound of corpses. When he looks up, he meets a pair of strange, smiling eyes.
When Yu Qiuchi first sees Fang Ning, Fang Ning is sitting in a heap of corpses, covered in blood.
The boy's long hair is a mess. Dozens of rampaging demonic beasts lie sprawled around him, and a trail of blood reaches all the way to his feet.
He crouches down and tips up Fang Ning's chin with a fingertip. "Human? You actually made it into the Northern Wastes alive. You've got a hard life, don't you?"
Fang Ning strikes back with a knife.
The cold flash skims past Yu Qiuchi's neck, slicing off a few strands of silver hair.
Yu Qiuchi freezes for a moment. In all his years, he's never met anyone so vicious.
"Little assassin, are all the people in your world this fierce?"
Later, Fang Ning holds his knife to Yu Qiuchi's throat.
Yu Qiuchi looks down at him, but his hand roams shamelessly to Fang Ning's waist. "Trying to kill me again?"
"I hear great demons like you have something called a core. If an ordinary person eats one, they can gain powerful demonic arts." Fang Ning frowns and knocks away Yu Qiuchi's wandering hand.
Yu Qiuchi doesn't get upset. Instead, he takes Fang Ning's hand and presses it to his own chest.
Beneath Fang Ning's palm, a steady, strong heartbeat pulses, its warmth far greater than any human's.
"Want it?" He dips his head slightly, silver hair spilling over Fang Ning's shoulder.
Fang Ning watches him with interest. "You'd give it to me?"
Yu Qiuchi taps his own lips. "Kiss me, and I'll give you my life."
Fang Ning's breath catches.
Yu Qiuchi notices the change and leans in, his lips almost brushing Fang Ning's ear.
"What, you scared?"
"Our little assassin can kill people, but doesn't know how to kiss them? Want me to teach you?"
The next moment, Fang Ning grabs the back of his neck and yanks him fiercely toward himself.
Fang Ning thought this was nothing more than a ridiculous encounter.
But later, he discovers that the two worlds have overlapped before.
A thousand years ago, someone crossed through time.
Someone else desperately tried to keep another person by their side before fate collapsed.
But that time, no one could rewrite the ending.
This time, it's their turn.
One is an assassin destined to be alone.
The other is the young master bearing the fate of the entire demon race.
They both once believed they would never stop for anyone.
One late night, Yu Qiuchi wraps his arms around Fang Ning from behind and rests his chin in the hollow of his shoulder.
"Fang Ning."
"Mm?"
"What if one day, only one of our two worlds can remain?"
The long night is silent. Fang Ning answers coolly.
"Then we'll split the sky open."
Yu Qiuchi is taken aback.
Then he suddenly laughs.
His laughter is bold and unrestrained.
"All right."
"Then we'll split this damn fate open together."
Blurb written 2026/05/21
Theme: Love yourself well
