[Fake Enemies, True Devotion]
Fang Heng thought he had died that night.
A group of men in black slaughtered his family. A blade plunged mercilessly into his abdomen, and after the searing pain came darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying among gloomy white bones.
By chance, he gained the ability to hear people's thoughts.
When he returned to the estate, it had already been occupied by strangers.
He took on a new name and disguise, posing as a servant to infiltrate it.
Given a second life, he swore to uncover the truth behind his family's massacre and exact blood for blood.
*
Early spring, with a faint chill still lingering in the breeze.
Fang Heng and Shen Huaixiao met again.
His old friend had returned from the dead, yet Shen Huaixiao left only a string of mysterious numbers in his mind:
3685.
From then on, every time they met, Shen Huaixiao counted down in his thoughts, lowering the number each time.
Until the day Fang Heng learned the truth: he had returned from the dead because Shen Huaixiao had begged someone to give him thirty-five years of his own life.
Shen Huaixiao himself had only ten years left.
*
On the surface, they belonged to opposing factions, so conflict between them was inevitable.
But in private, Shen Huaixiao secretly cared for him, finding every excuse to see him.
In the warm, wavering candlelight, Shen Huaixiao gently placed a hand on Fang Heng's waist. Though he gritted his teeth, his words carried complicated emotions.
“May you avenge your family soon. After that, we'll each go our own way.”
Fang Heng smiled faintly and leaned close to Shen Huaixiao's ear. “A gentleman can wait ten years to take revenge.”
“But you must die for something worthwhile.”
At least, not for me.
Fang Heng left the rest unsaid, but he had already resolved to find a way to extend Shen Huaixiao's life.
Theme: Working together
