Jiang Se hated liars the most in her life.
You are so deceived that you cannot tell whether love is true or false.
The weight of Shen Gubei in his life was too heavy, and his traces were the wind, the rain, and the tears that could not be erased.
It wasn't until the thing he guarded his whole life was stolen by the person he cherished most that he realized that love was too light and that he despised himself.
Jiang Se was an orphan, and his mother entrusted him with a jade pendant before she died. It was said that the mother of the Jiang family had guarded it for generations, and there was a strand of underworld soul locked inside. Shen Gubei had been the god of death for almost three hundred years and was in danger. His only purpose in coming to this world was to get this jade pendant and go to the underworld to do business.
The second he got the jade pendant, Jiang Se looked at the surveillance video with mixed emotions.
"Do you feel a little... Ashamed in your heart?" The man behind the screen had ripples in his eyes.
Jiang Se spent three years searching, not for Yupei, but for Shen Gubei, to see if there was such a person in the world. It was as if he had only walked into Jiang Se's world.
Three years later, he stood in front of Jiang Se again.
He is still the God of Death, but he can no longer face the jade pendant, and can no longer pretend that everything is fine in the underworld.
"What do you want to get when you come back?"
"I stole the jade pendant back"
Shen Gubei took out the warm jade from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Se.
"I kept it secret from the underworld, can you... Take me in again?"
"Shen Gubei, you know, what you took away was always fake. It was a fake that my grandma bought from the ghost market. I have been wearing the real thing."
Shen Gubei froze.
Jiang Se took it out from his collar, and the jade pendant glowed under the lamp.
He smiled, but there was no smile.
"The piece you stole is fake. The three years you threw away are real."
Intention: Your love is like the tears of saints