Everyone said that Xie Chengsu was born with Taoism, ruthless and desireless, as perfect as a jade statue. Only Li Sheng knew otherwise - every time he got close to this person, the birthmark on his heart felt like it had been burned with a soldering iron.
They were supposed to be two lines that would never intersect: one in the sky and one in the mud. But fate insisted that they meet, and that Li Sheng, who had nothing, fell in love with that person who was always cold.
The red lotus karma fire began to burn in the three realms, leaving only a lotus mark wherever it burned. The silver mark on Xie Chengsu's forehead became brighter and brighter, and the flame birthmark on Li Sheng's heart became hotter and hotter.
Until the truth falls like a knife: they were never two people.
"Li Sheng," Xie Chengsu called his name for the first time, his voice calm and calm, "your existence is for my integrity."
And completeness requires a price.
Concept: In the face of destined sacrifice and fate, do individual emotions and choices still have weight? Who defines incompleteness and completeness?