In the fourth year of Yonghe, Ye Chengxu boarded that weird ferry and saw her for the first time.
Ten years later, he recalled the scene of that day countless times, frantically looking for the figure from ten years ago. The natural black lines on his hands spread to his elbows.
Death is coming gradually and the bell of fate is ringing.
"Who... Are you?"
You and I are neither relatives nor friends, so I won't get much benefit from saving you.
Since I picked you up, I naturally hope that you can live well.
——Ye Chengxu
ps: There are some differences between the fictional world and the real ancient times, please forgive me.
The heroine will appear later.
Concept: The unknown is what scares the most.