A piece of red rope binds the soul of two lives.
When Ji Xing emerged from the eggshell, his wrist was wrapped in the blood-red color that would never fade away. The fortune teller said it was evil, so he had to find Xie Junxi, the cold-blooded immortal of Lingxue Sect.
When they first met, he was forced to close his eyes and wait for defeat, but he was firmly protected behind him by a white coat. The man's fingertips lightly touched the red rope on his wrist, and his voice was cold but unmistakable: "You dare to touch my people?"
Later, the red rope was burned, the sword spirit woke up, the memory was shattered, and the pain and sweetness of the previous life came flooding back.
Only then did Ji Xing realize that what was bound by the red rope was not a calamity, but someone's endless search and deep love that spanned thousands of years.
"Does it hurt?" The cold Supreme Immortal cried like a child that night when he recovered all his memories. "In the dungeon... Does it hurt?"
Ji Xing hugged him, tears flowing silently: "Well, it hurts. But I've been waiting for you."
Intention: what the heart wants
