[Crazy criticism of dank male ghosts x cool succubus beauty]
Three hundred years ago, in the dark wind on the edge of the Forgotten River, Shen Jue, the lowest-level succubus, was a sacrifice to the ghost general Jiang Jin.
The cold chains failed to lock his soul, but instead allowed the two lonely souls to form a taboo bond in their confrontation day after day.
The tooth marks left by Jiang Jin on his collarbone became the only mark of each other, and also became a sharp knife that would cut out their hearts in the future.
The fire of the heavenly purge burned away the Manjushuahua of Wangchuan, and also burned up Jiang Jin's soul.
His last words, "Don't wait," were like a curse that haunted Shen Jue for three hundred years.
Shen Jue wanders around the world, living on the thin desire, but the old marks on his collarbone have never faded, reminding him that there was once a person who was willing to protect him at the cost of his soul.
Three hundred years later, the bronze mirror of the abandoned ancient house reflected a familiar shadow.
Jiang Jin returned as a ghost, with a mutilated soul and confused memory. Shen Jue could only be tightly bound by the chains of obsession.
He is a dank madman and a paranoid trapped beast. He uses his incomplete memories to piece together his possessive desire for Shen Jue, but when he touches the old mark, he reveals his hidden tenderness.
Soul-eating cases occur one after another in the city, and the shadows of three hundred years ago are once again shrouded. The sword of the Fallen Demon Captain in Heaven was pointed at Shen Jue. The hellfire in Jiang Jin's body suddenly erupted, but when he got close to Shen Jue, it converged into soft flesh. In the blood and fire, the gnawed memories revived. The endless torture, three hundred years of longing, and the never-changing protection all turned into hot tears and fell on Shen Jue's old marks.
"The one who survives is the one who suffers the most." The whispers from back then are still in their ears, but now they have to embrace each other on the edge of the knife and use each other's souls to repair the incomplete past.
The old scars are wounds, obsessions, and even residual warmth, which are enough to withstand three hundred years of wind and frost, allowing the figure in the mirror to stay forever and never be separated again.
Intention: Be positive and make progress together
