When Wuming was down to his last breath, a strange girl, fierce as a god of death, saved his life. After rescuing him, she carefully looked after him, a cripple.
With the last of his conscience, he didn't want to drag her into trouble, so he deliberately treated her coldly. But even that couldn't drive her away.
What's more, she lied to him, insisting again and again that she was the person he held dear, the girl everyone in his sect said had betrayed him and fled.
He knew perfectly well there was only one her, and that kind, lovely girl was dead. She had been killed while saving him.
And he had failed to avenge her.
But since he had survived, he would never let the people who hurt her get away with it. He had only one thing left to do for the rest of his life: revenge.
This strange liar had saved him, yet she wanted to impersonate the girl he held dear. It left him restless and miserable.
But what tormented him even more was that, against his will, he had fallen for certain familiar gestures and mannerisms.
He must be going mad.
The heroine's perspective:
After risking her life to save someone, A Peng spent some time recuperating. The moment she could walk, she rushed back to Wuming's side. Sadly, she was too late. Wuming had been harmed by his sect, and even she, an ancient god of war, had barely managed to save him.
Grief-stricken and furious, A Peng said, "I'm sorry I'm late. Whoever hurt you, I'll repay them a hundredfold!"
Wuming only stared at her coldly and stubbornly repeated, "Even if you saved me, you could never be her."
A Peng: "No, no, I am her!"
Wuming: "You aren't her. There's only her in my heart. I could never love you."
...But I really am your beloved girl?
Help, urgent: My lover thinks I'm impersonating myself. What should I do?
Theme: Repay kindness with kindness, and grievances with justice
