Chen Jinhuan, the jewel in the palm of the Jiangnan Chen family, always has a glowing glass hairpin dangling in her hair, and her skirt has eighteen secret pockets filled with strange items.
Xie Linyuan is a swordsman wizard that the Xie family in the north has not seen for thousands of years. His mysterious clothes are like ink, and his sword energy is condensed with frost. Everyone knows that he is Chen Jinhan's best friend, but they don't know that in the depth of winter that year, the young man rescued an infant girl from the sea of fire in the back of Chen's house - that was the first time he violated the law of heaven, and it was also the beginning of disaster in this life.
On the Lantern Festival that year, she secretly climbed into Xie's sword pavilion and covered Xie Linyuan's dark iron scabbard with beeswax.
"It will make your hands slip when you draw the sword like this~" The little girl hid on the beam and dangled her feet, but was knocked over by the sword energy and fell into his arms.
The young sword master picked up the sugar-stained "weapon" with a cold face, but saw her blinking her almond eyes and handing over the pine nut candy:
"Brother Linyuan's sword energy tastes like plums wrapped in snow."
In the eternal night, Jiangnan became a river of blood overnight. Chen Jinhan used his body as a sacrifice to light up the clan defense formation. When the fire burned his body, he threw the charred sword spike towards Xie Linyuan: "Keep this fire for me."
From then on, the stars in the eyes of the arrogant girl were shattered.
In front of the mourning hall, Xie Linyuan found the girl huddled under the altar table. She was wrapping her brother's broken sword in amber sugar coating.
"Brother said... That sugar can relieve pain..." Hot tears smashed on the maltose, and she raised her head and gave a smile that was uglier than crying:
"Xie Linyuan, when you eat sweets... Who do you think of?"
Intention: The sharpest sword in the world was eventually broken by the most scorching fire.