Tie Life

A fire burned the sky in Beixi Mountain Courtyard, burning out the light in Lin Suge's eyes. My father and eldest brother died tragically, my mother and second brother disappeared, and the scorching sun of the past fell into hell. She clutched the blood-stained wooden plaque tightly and pledged her life to the cold and pale "Mr. Su" Little did he know that he was originally the Crown Prince of the East Palace, and the flipping of his palm would bring about the turmoil in the imperial capital. When Ji Puchen woke up in a pool of blood, all he had left was his brother's name and his shackles. After being dormant in the mountain courtyard for ten years, he watched her play and chase with cold eyes, letting her hate him to the core. It wasn't until she turned around and became the sharpest knife in the prince's hand that he made a move in the chess game: "Go forward, don't look back. I will avenge you." The emperor on the dragon throne held the chess piece and chuckled: "The documents in this world are just the ropes I give you to bind your hearts." ——She used hatred as a blade to split the fog; he used silence as a shield to bury his deep feelings. Only when the red rope is tied to the old place again and the snow water is boiled to make tea, I realize that it is not fate that binds the living. Intention: In the bloody chess game of fate, temper the blade with hatred, guard the original intention with silence, and finally regain the glimmer of life and the weight of freedom on the ruins.