The light rain was pattering in the mountains, and the forest was filled with rain and mist, making it look misty. In the distance stood several small huts close to each other. In front of the house stood a young man in white clothes holding an oil-paper umbrella.
A cold voice sounded in the forest, with a vague sigh,
"The tenth year...."
The rain stopped. After a moment, the young master turned around and walked deeper into the forest. The scene behind him gradually became blurry.
…
Ten years ago, in order to avenge the genocide and not to affect his master and brothers, he fled alone from the Central Plains to the Miao border and established the Demon Cult by accident.
Years of planning, the filthiness of human nature, and ten years of walking on thin ice made him disgusted and exhausted.
When he turned around amid all the shouting, he found that the love he had cherished since childhood had blossomed, and it had blossomed all the way to the bottom of his heart, and it had blossomed to this day, and that person had been chasing after him.
He decided to let go of everything and use the remaining decades to make up for the ten years he missed, but unexpectedly, another secret happened...
Intention: Never abandon or give up, pursue love bravely