Ji Xun knew that his spiritual veins would completely lose control late one night. What she didn't know was that when that day came, the person who knocked on the door was not the person she had been with for more than ten years, but a girl she had never seen before.
At three o'clock in the morning, the spiritual power came back, bright blue light surged out from between the fingers, and several more charred holes appeared on the quilt. Then she heard a very low voice coming from outside the door——
"Sister. A month ago you left a line in the ancient book database, saying, 'Your spiritual vein is not a flaw.' Do you still remember it?"
The girl standing outside the door was very young, spinning an old sketching pencil with polished paint in her hand. Her spiritual power was so fine and deep that it could just fit into the narrow groove deep in Ji Xun's dantian that no one had ever touched. And that detail was her only hope of survival.
"I want to know what I am."
From that early morning, two women trapped on the edge of the abyss by their own spiritual veins, a guardian of the abyss who could only rely on four-character text messages to support her three thousand miles away, and a group of family members using oranges, casseroles, and old wicker chairs to support each other - they began to sink in the same direction at the same time. It's not just one person carrying it, it's everyone holding the same place at the same time.
——"Your spiritual vein is not a flaw."
——"Narrowness is the key. Someone just needs you."
A riverbed for three generations. The light of a group of people. Guardianship is never one-way.
Concept: Everyone thinks they are carrying it alone. Until someone spread out their palms and said: You can be unstable, I'm not afraid.
The riverbed for three generations has been protected by a group of people. It's not about making you stronger, it's about letting you see the stability you already have.
The flaw is the direction that has not been calibrated. Narrowness is not a flaw – it is a key.