Zhou Zhi runs a coffin shop on the outskirts of town. After more than a decade in business, he's still barely scraping by.
On the day he went bankrupt, a young shop assistant showed up.
The assistant was handsome and fit, and was considerate of Zhou Zhi's poverty. All he asked for was room and board; he didn't need a salary.
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The assistant was charming and persuasive, and the coffin shop's business exploded overnight. Customers came one after another.
A top-tier star who bangs his head against the wall every night;
A little girl in red who bounces her head like a ball;
A water ghost bride who refuses to remove her bloodstained red veil...
Zhou Zhi: That's not what my business covers, thanks.
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Watching the assistant count money until his hands were sore, Zhou Zhi asked, puzzled, "You're so capable and make so much money. Why not go out on your own? Why insist on staying here with me?"
The assistant placed a neatly stacked bundle of money he'd just finished counting in Zhou Zhi's hands, his expression solemn. "I promised you. It's the betrothal gift. I'm just ten thousand short of saving enough."
Zhou Zhi: ????
When did that happen? How come I don't remember?
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Later, Zhou Zhi learned who the assistant really was.
He nearly burst into tears.
It turned out there really was someone who would cross time, regardless of the cost, to come to his side for the sake of a promise.
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"I want to make you laugh.
I want to see you happy.
I want nothing in this world to ever make you furrow your brow again."
A crazy, flirtatious chatterbox gong * a laid-back, powerful beauty shou
Theme: A promise is something you won't forget, even a thousand years later.
