Xingli, the most inconspicuous disciple of the Qingshan Sect, has broken bones and a broken bowl in his Dantian.
Once she accidentally touched the master's frost sword, a ray of ice sword intent invaded her meridians and almost swallowed her life away.
Mo Yuan, the naughty young master of Lingxiao Sect in the demon world, turned into a black snake with cinnabar between his eyebrows, and was picked up by her and brought back to the small courtyard by accident.
She treats the snake gently and feeds it the precious gelatin grass. After being punished, she will babble to it and complain about her grievances. She will tell this little black snake that can't answer all her worries that no one can tell.
Mo Yuan saw all her sufferings: the Yaolu was caught in fire, she was unjustly whipped, she was ignored and ostracized by her peers, she was trapped in a remote courtyard, and she struggled to survive in the cracks of the world. He made a blood contract with the devil's blood, and used the frosty sword to hang on to her remaining life.
He originally thought that the blood contract and sword intention were salvation.
Unexpectedly, the frosty sword intent used to protect her would feed on her meager vitality, quietly eating away at her already fragile body day after day.
Xingli's five senses peeled off little by little.
The eyes cannot see, the ears cannot hear, the smell and taste are all lost, and in the end even the touch of the fingertips has disappeared.
She carved wristbands, hair crowns, and sandalwood bookmarks with her own hands, hiding her full heart and soul into each handicraft, and never revealed a single "like" to her until her death.
Mo Yan broke through the shackles of the sect, rejected the planned marriage, and tried his best to protect her under his wings.
But he can resist worldly criticism and family arrangements, but in the end he cannot stop his life from slowly withering away.
The dew grass in the Black Abyss Forest stays green year after year, but the morning dew will eventually disappear.
Some protections start with good intentions, but eventually turn into backlash; some loves are only missed silently, and there is no time to confess.
Intention: All things have a destination, and people may not have a happy ending.