I entered the novel I wrote
Became the baby that the hero picked up from the snow
Good news: I survived
Bad news: in three hundred years, he will kill me with his own hands
That's the ending I wrote myself
The man with frosty hair and white clothes picked me up from the Earth Temple and said: That's fine.
Two words. That was the longest opening sentence he had ever said to me in three hundred years.
He named me Chengyi
He taught me to use tree branches to make sword moves
He handed the Black Ice Sword into my hand at the apprenticeship ceremony
He stood on the porch and watched me swing for three hundred years.
I carved a line of words under the swing seat board
Recommended by Master, the highest
Three hundred years later, he raised his sword in the peach blossom forest
The frost feather sword hangs three inches between my eyebrows
His hands are shaking
An 80,000-year-old golden immortal with shaking hands
He said: "I don't recognize the ending you wrote.
I tore out the last page and burned it
Ashes fell on his shoulders
I reached out and brushed
he grabbed my hand
Cool. As cold as three hundred years ago
But I didn't let go
My name is Shen Yan, I was thirty years old and died in a car accident.
Now my name is Liu Chengyi. I have lived for three hundred years and will live for another three thousand years.
Because he said: I accept the ending you changed
Purpose: The time traveler rewrites fate with love and trust, proving that the written ending can be rewritten by emotion