Nan Xing entered a fairy tale.
She remembered that she was a "weak water" destined to be suppressed - in the original book, she was beaten to death by the male and female protagonists.
So she decided: stay away from the protagonist group and survive until the finale.
However, in Chiyou City, the city lord Bai Yun recognized her as his adopted daughter because of a bead in her body, and she inexplicably became the younger sister of the heroine in the original book.
In the ghost town, she accidentally rescued Qinglan who was trapped there.
Among the Baipu tribe, she broke through a centuries-old sacrificial conspiracy and fought with the master of the sacrificial mastermind who was behind the scenes——
But by chance, he and the original male protagonist concluded a marriage under the marriage stone.
Later, Qinglan was trapped in the Forgotten Realm and lost all her memory.
In order to save people, Nanxing condensed water into a shape and stepped into the dream weaved for him.
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"Qinglan," she took a step forward, her tone filled with eagerness to meet again after a long separation, but more of a sense of relief at finding her target, "I finally found you. This is the 'Forgetting Realm'. You lost your memory after falling into the secret realm. We must find a way to leave as soon as possible."
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"Miss Nanxing," he spoke slowly, with a polite and distant tone, "Pei has grown up here since he was a child. He has never been to any forbidden area of the Baipu tribe, and he does not know any worshipers. What the girl said is nothing short of a fantasy to Pei. As for this stone piece..." He glanced at it and looked away, "Maybe it is destined to the girl, but it has nothing to do with Pei."
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He had an indescribable feeling of familiarity and involvement with Nan Xing. This feeling was real and true. It came from dreams and the throbbing in his heart when they met that day. But the Taoist priest spoke with certainty, saying that she was the result of a bad fate in his previous life and was here to disrupt his blessings in this life. Nian Sheng relied on him and admired his little face, his parents' expectant and gratified eyes, the gentle and silent portrait of Miss Su, the attention of the whole city, and the solemnity of the marriage between the two families... All of this constituted the "reality" and "responsibility" that he had been familiar with for twenty years and must bear.
He couldn't leave all this behind because of some illusory "feelings" and "dreams". He is Pei Qinglan, the eldest son of the Pei family, Niansheng's "father", and the man who is about to become the son-in-law of the Su family.
"Sir, the auspicious time has come, it's time to welcome the bride." Xi Niang urged with a smile.
Pei Qinglan took a deep breath, suppressed all distracting thoughts, and stepped towards the gorgeous sedan chair.
Every time he bowed, Pei Qinglan felt the emptiness in his heart widen. The noisy blessings around him seemed to be blurred through a layer of water curtain. His eyes involuntarily drifted toward the door of the mansion, and then he immediately looked back, cursing himself for being ridiculous. What on earth was he expecting? What are you resisting?
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The child in the fantasy world said "Mother", leaving Nan Xing stunned.
What Nan Xing didn't know was that this child had been formed by a marriage thread as early as the Baipu clan.
What she didn't even know was that after losing his memory, Qinglan was awakened by something in his heart - he longed for family warmth and longed for her to stay.
On the way back to Qing Xizong, he began to try to persuade her:
"Let's live in seclusion. As a family of three, we can live our own lives."
Nan Xing looked at this once cold man and was silent for a long time.
She is a courageous and calm person who never gets carried away by love.
But the person in front of her, and the child calling her mother...
It seems that it has become a cause and effect that she cannot let go of.
Intent: This is a story about awakening, choice and co-construction. It tells how a group of people who were written by fate took up the pen and became the authors of their own and even the world's chapters. On top of the ruins, they did not rebuild high walls, but drew a new picture that allowed all colors to shine together.