Lian Zhiwei's origin is unknown.
There is no birth record, no social relationships, like weeds growing out of thin air in the apocalypse.
Xin Zechuan rummaged through the files, conducted private investigations, and asked face to face: "Miss Lian, you are not from this world, are you?"
Lian Zhi smiled: "Sir, you are so funny."
The only survivor of the White Tower left a message: two go, one returns.
Later, the White Tower selected her, and she asked him to accompany her. She smiled lightly and said, "Sir, I owed you my life."
He didn't take it seriously. Everyone thought she wanted to live alone, and so did he, but he was willing and extremely happy.
In the White Tower, time flows backwards, space folds, and memory collapses.
She shielded him from fatal injuries, and her white clothes were soaked with blood.
They broke through obstacles side by side, stepped through illusions, and exchanged body heat and secrets in the gap between life and death.
Until the end of the White Tower, memories are reorganized in the countercurrent, and the White Tower is about to collapse.
And she pushed the chance of life to him: "Zechuan, I made a deal with Baita."
"I will use my death in exchange for your life."
Intention: Always walk on the path of faith
