In exchange for a chance of survival for his sister, the former CEO of Zhu Yi, Yan Mochen, disappeared into the crowd and became a freshman at the Southern Sichuan Military Academy.
Until he met Lu Enxuan, the new ace of the execution department.
Those calm eyes seemed to have known him for thousands of years.
The curse came as expected, entangling Yan Mochen's bloodline like thorns.
It also allowed him to see clearly the truth of that rainy night - the fall of Lu Enxuan's blade and the disappearance of his sister's life were not the end, but the beginning of a precise chess game. The administrator used fate as a thread to tie Yan Mochen to the throne of the third star field, becoming an eternal prisoner of the pointer system.
"I hate you." Yan Mochen whispered on the empty throne, his voice filled with burnt ashes.
Lu Enxuan stepped over the ruins and fragments of rules in the star field and came to him. His military uniform was stained with blood. He walked closer step by step, took his cold hand and put it against his hot chest.
He reaches out, not to save, but to beg.
"If this throne is a prison, I am willing to tear down every fence. If this fate is a shackle, I am willing to spend the rest of my life forging freedom for you."
"It doesn't matter if you hate me or kill me."
Lu Enxuan leaned close to his ear and spoke every word, like a curse or an oath:
"But your life never belongs to you alone."
——You are the only pure obsession in the depths of my sin.
Cold on the outside and hot on the inside, can endure it
"You and I are both sons of the chess game, and love is the only rebellion."
"Love is original sin and redemption."
Intention: Struggle and survive
