One:
Many years later, Shen Muci still remembered the first time he met Wei Zixun.
"Follow me." The man stood in front of him against the light, and a thin, slender hand covered with thin calluses fell in front of his eyes across the pool of clear light. It was as if all the romance in the hall had nothing to do with this young man. Only that hand passed through the long darkness and pushed through the thick fog, as if it had been here a long time ago, waiting for him quietly.
Two:
"You go first." Wei Zixun held the sword tightly and tried his best to block the light and shadow of swords in the sky.
"Let's go together!" Shen Muci said loudly, looking at the person in front of him with half of his body soaked in blood.
Wei Zixun turned around, and saw a shocking trace of blood on his pale cheek. His eyes when he looked at Shen Muci were still as calm and gentle as ever.
She smiled and said, "You go first, just like before, I will come find you in a while."
Wei Zixun, you bastard, why do you break your promise?
Overhead, next year.
The heroine looks cold but is actually introverted and gentle, calm and tough, and has no brains.
The male protagonist has experienced ups and downs since childhood and is sensitive and suspicious by nature, but he actually craves trust and dependence.
Concept: The author of Old Leftover Women talks about older women dripping with warm oil~ (Make a fist!)