Yan Nian was born a demon, and as a demon, he should endure endless darkness and torture. He had lived at night for nineteen years, and he should have adapted by now, but when the light shined into the gutter, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand. Even if his heart was broken, he was willing to do so, because that was his only hope.
Wang Quan Pavilion West, a rare warrior in the past hundred years, was born for the martial arts world. Maintaining the tranquility of the martial arts world and eradicating the demon sect was the "Tao" his father told him since he could remember. For eighteen years, he followed the steps and stepped into the position of leader step by step. He thought that his life was written, until the appearance of Yan Nian, this only variable left an indelible mark in Wang Quan Pavilion West's life.
"A-Nian, since you left, the crabapple tree has never bloomed in the past ten years. You go back with me and let it bloom and bear fruit every year, okay?" - Wang Quan Pavilion West
"Thousands of lights are brightly lit, but I don't ask for one to light up for me. People on the street are making noises. I don't ask for anyone to welcome me back home. I, Yan Nian, just ask for my pavilion to the west, where I can sit on the pavilion for a long time without being caught by the wind and snow." - Yan Nian.
Intention: If it is love, there is no need to hide it