Shen Qi'an grew up locked up.
The long life lock locks the neck, the gold bracelet locks the wrist, the copper bell locks the ankle - take one step, and there is a jingling sound, as if reporting to the underworld every day: This person will not be let go at home.
Everyone said that Young Master Shen was a sickly beauty who would not live long enough to survive. But he was dragged away for eighteen years by the obsession of his family and the tenderness of his lover.
Only he himself knows——
At three o'clock every night, there is a person sitting by the bed.
Xuan Yi has black hair, and his eyebrows are as cold as a deep winter pond. That man sat there all night long and looked like he had been there for eighteen years.
Shen Qian asked: "Are you here to pick me up?"
The man shook his head.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
There was silence for a long time, so long that the candle was about to go out, and so long that the wind started blowing outside the window.
"Wait until you have lived enough."
When you are no longer bound by these chains, when you are willing to follow me.
But what he didn't say was——
He has been waiting for this scene for twenty-one years.
He is Shuo Yuan, the god of death in the underworld.
And that sick beauty was half of his heart that he lost on the road to hell twenty-one years ago.
Intention: Keep one's heart and wait for a lifetime. Even if it is difficult to violate destiny, the deep love can live forever.