Xie Changting, one of the two remaining young talents of the Qingliu Sword Sect, relies on a sword and a conscience to travel the world.
Yin Xueyi is white, thin and good-looking. She coughs three times when she speaks and takes two steps to catch her breath. He had a miserable life experience and was homeless. He was chased to the edge of a cliff by a dozen strong men and was still too stubborn to beg for mercy. Xie Changting's heart softened, and he drew his sword to save the man. From then on, he had a burdensome person beside him who was out of breath wherever he went, and complained endlessly to his junior brother.
"Senior brother, he is faking it! He is definitely faking it!"
Xie Changting turned his head and saw Yin Xueyi wrapped in a fox fur and leaning on his shoulder. She said sickly, "Brother Xie, I'm fine. Don't blame Shaoxia Lin."
Xie Changting: He is sick, so let him go.
Until one day, the sick man behind him suddenly stopped breathing and coughing.
Standing up straight, half a head taller than him, he reached out and turned a dozen pursuers into paintings on the wall.
"Thank you, brother," Yin Xueyi turned around and smiled softly, "Listen to my explanation."
Xie Changting: "..."
Lin Wanggui: "I'll just say it!"
Later, Xie Changting learned that Yin Xueyi's acting skills had only failed in front of him in her life. One time was when she found him in a secret cell, another time was when she stood in front of him and suffered the backlash of being restrained, and another time was when the "recurrence of old injuries" stayed by his side every year and refused to leave.
——The one he saved was not the sick beauty, but his destined one.
Intention: Kindness is not a weakness, sincerity is the sharpest sword in this world.