Since the age of fifteen, Yu Cheng has always had strange dreams.
In the dream, he fell into a deep valley, with a sword stuck in his chest. The man holding the sword's hilt had his white sleeves stained with blood, his eyebrows were as cold as ice, and the smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose that could not be washed away.
He originally thought it was a murder he had never met before, but he never thought that the next day he would dream of seeing the man lying on his back on the couch, his eyes and brows changing into a smile.
Yu Cheng: "...?" Will I be a broken sleeve in the future?
What was even more unacceptable to him was that the person who appeared in the dream was actually Nan Shuangzhou, the chief disciple of Elder Jingyue, who was respected by thousands of people.
Yu Cheng: "...?" I must be dreaming and being stupid.
Months later, despite all the hard work, he still couldn't escape the result of being accepted into Elder Jingyue's sect, and became the "weak" third junior brother in Nanshuang Prefecture.
The dust-laden memories could no longer be suppressed. After learning the cause and result, Yu Cheng just sneered: "You can't recognize me. I'm afraid that the chief disciple will have an empty reputation, so why don't you leave this position and let me sit here."
After a certain confrontation, Nan Shuangzhou suddenly held down his bleeding wrist and said in a low voice like a sigh, "Stop hitting the tip of the knife."
Yu Cheng raised his eyebrows: "Senior brother... Recognized me?"
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Author ps: fictional setting, ordinary fairy tale, sweet novel
Purpose: Love is deeper than blood and longer than memory