In the vast world of mortals, there is a lot of love but not being able to do it, asking for but not getting it, being unwilling to live and not giving up death.
When Fu Ruanchen was sixteen years old, he accompanied his family to a temple to offer incense. He met a sweeping monk and stopped her and said, "Female donor, there is a disaster in your life."
She sneered softly, robbery? Calamity of life or calamity of death, I have lived for sixteen years, which day is not a calamity?
The sweeping monk smiled and shook his head, but did not answer Fu Ruanchen's question. He just said something confusing and left.
Life after death.
Many years later, when Fu Ruanchen and Huo Jiangxun were separated and reunited, she truly understood what the sweeping monk said back then.
I spent countless days and nights alone, and I was so complacent that I thought I could get rid of you when I met you.
"Ah Ruan, don't leave me again."
"Do you want to be killed by me?"