On a rainy night, Su Li was held by a pale hand around his ankle.
In the rain curtain, the seriously injured man looked up, his amber pupils reflecting on her face: "Don't look back."
Then he always appeared next to her - only she could see him. He said his name was Huang Jiuming and he had been waiting for her for three hundred years. He said she was his and no one could touch her.
Su Li thought that this was the preference given to her by the gods.
Until she discovered that there was a girl exactly like her three hundred years ago. I believed in his gentleness and thought I was an exception - and then died.
"You have protected me for three hundred years. Is this redemption, or are you waiting for me to be a sacrifice?" Su Li's voice trembled.
Huang Jiuming was silent. Under the yoke of heaven, if she tells the truth, she will be wiped out.
Thunder came from the sky and struck him one after another. For three hundred years, he silently suffered every punishment that should have been imposed on her. He never explains.
Su Li looked at his straight back kneeling in a pool of blood, and suddenly didn't want to ask further questions.
In the past, he was the one who kept her safe every year. From now on, she will protect the gods for the rest of their lives.
That day, white mist filled the air. He was surrounded and suppressed, his cultivation level was sealed, and he was prepared to die. She ran back to him against the crowd, clutching the iron rod, trembling but not giving up an inch.
He froze.
"Huang Jiuming," she said with red eyes, "you have protected me for so long - it is my turn to protect you.
Intention: win-win cooperation and mutual protection - the only way for two people to survive.