Everyone said that Yan Sui would not live until his twentieth birthday.
When he was seventeen years old, the heavy-grained wooden jue he had worn around his neck for more than ten years began to get hot, and a blurry back figure always appeared in his dreams. The man stood in the deserted ruins, with the wind and snow falling on his shoulders, waiting for him for a long, long time.
Until that winter night, a whisper across time and space came from the crack in the barrier:
"Yan Suilin, I have been looking for you for two lifetimes."
Mu Shuheng stayed in solitude for thirty years, using his body as a pivot to defy fate and break the boundaries, just to catch the falling years of his life before the catastrophe that no one could escape.
One pivot leads to two lives, one year old leads to the rest of life.
The calamity of his birth was born when someone came from the dust and used his body to cross it.
Intention: Break fate with persistence, run in both directions to overcome the desolation of the years