On the day Su Nian walked into the Hidden Ji Pavilion, Luoyang was snowed and the city was closed.
She brought ten East Pearls to buy her life - the murderer of the murder of seventy-three members of the Su family in Gusu ten years ago.
The master of the pavilion, Shen Du, turned over a page of the book without raising his head: "The news is not for sale. You can get one for me."
She didn't know that he was her fiancé since she was seven years old.
She didn't know that the night he was seven years old, he knelt in the snow and wrote an unsent letter. There were only four words on it - Su Nian, don't be afraid.
She didn't know that he had calculated all the hearts of the world, but he could not calculate her in this life.
Until she hung half a piece of residual jade around his neck and said: "From now on, you can only tell other people's lives. Mine is just your guess." "
This chess game finally has the only answer:
Put down your sword and go home.
Ancient adage Machiavellian · Soft spot · Two-way redemption · HE
Intention: Blood for blood is not the answer, but a human heart for a human heart is the way back.