Who was consumed by obsession? Whose heart fell into demonic delusion? And yet, with a sword through his abdomen, he could still smile and mock him for being blind in both eyes. Everyone said he was heartless and uncaring, but who had ever offered him a hug when he was destitute, injured, and in trouble? The murders, the slaughter, the use of corpses to commit evil: in his eyes, none of it was beyond reproach. He had long accepted that in this world that claimed to uphold justice, no one would believe in him or protect him. Yet when he was gravely wounded, his nemesis, Xiao Xingchen, saved him. He had no idea when love began, only that it ran deep. He couldn't abide a grain of sand in his eye, so he schemed to make Xiao Xingchen slaughter the village that called the three of them "two blind men and one cripple," and kill Song Zichen, who had come to disturb his peace. His plan was flawless. Who could have known everything would be exposed? In the end, half-mad and half-crazed, he clutched the self-stabbing Xiao Xingchen, certain he could bring him back to life. But after waiting a day, all that remained was a shattered wisp of his soul... In Yi City, white fog stretched endlessly, so thick you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Though he covered his eyes with three fingers' worth of white silk, he could never become Xiao Xingchen. As he lay gravely wounded and near death, he suddenly saw that handsome smiling face again, holding a translucent piece of candy. When he opened his eyes and looked closely, the fog had cleared, the night was bright and cloudless, and stars filled the sky. In this life, he had no regrets about losing a finger, killing people, or any of the evil he had done. His only regret was failing to keep Xiao Xingchen's soul safe, so that he couldn't join him on the road to the underworld...
