During the plum rain season, she met a person in Zeyuan who should not exist.
Thousands of years ago, the divine court collapsed and the fairy court was shattered. Jiang Ze, who was half-god and half-immortal, survived, but suffered the pain of tearing his blood every night. He trapped himself in the Zeyuan of Gusu City, built an ice wall with indifference, and rejected everyone who came close.
Eighteen-year-old Su Xiaoyan came to Zeyuan with his ancestral teachings and became his attendant. She had seen the way he curled up in pain, heard the two names he called in his dreams, and also seen the bottomless loneliness in his eyes when he occasionally looked into the distance.
Everyone said that Jiang Ze's heart could not be warmed.
But she just didn't believe it.
"Let me stay," she said.
Jiang Ze looked at her, his voice as cold as frost: "I don't need extra people here."
Su Xiaoyan smiled: "But you hugged me to sleep all night last night, and you haven't let go of your hands until now."
Demons cultivate immortality, while humans cultivate instants. But it is this moment of heartbeat and protection that is worth tens of thousands of years of loneliness and nothingness.
Purpose: Healing