It's raining on the eaves, and autumn is in my heart.
Everyone in the world said that Xueyue City's senior brother Tang Lian's hidden weapon could pierce the hardest armor.
But no one knew that his thoughts had been leaked to someone in a teahouse in the south of the Yangtze River.
The storyteller Chen Zishu sells the light and shadow of swords under the tree of terror, and weaves a world-shaking web.
The information she handed over was always accompanied by: "How much is this story worth?"
Until the golden coffin escorted by Tang Lian secretly shocked the government and the public,
Her snare touched the most dangerous "underground river",
The last time they met, she put an unpoisoned caltrop into his palm:
"Next time, tell a story of your own instead."
From then on, there was no Chen Zishu in the world, only half of the incomplete legend of Xueyue City in the teahouse.
Many years later, Tang Lian threw the iron caltrop at the critical moment of life and death.
Suddenly I understood - what she was selling was never intelligence.
It's the concern that keeps the lonely walker from falling.
Intention: He gave her the world written in blood, and she repaid him with the concern of life and death.