On the day when the entire Luo family was massacred, blood spread across the bluestone. The young Luo Xuanchen was protected by his mother's spiritual power in a dark room. He listened to the fighting of weapons outside and gradually stopped. The only sound left was the footsteps of his brother who went out to explore and never came back.
When he went down the mountain to seek refuge with the Fu family, he only saw Fu Mingyuan, the young master of the Fu family. The memory of their acquaintance in the old years was like dusty jade. He didn't say it, and the other party had long forgotten it, but he still opened the door for him. Fu Mingyuan always brought freshly made sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and when the sweet fragrance spread over his fingertips, Luo Xuanchen would occasionally fall into a trance—perhaps it was the warmth of his family.
It wasn't until he bumped into Fu Mingyuan that night that he was haunted by nightmares and the maid whispered, "Young Master will be trapped in his dreams and forget to come back." He didn't know that this gentle and gentle young master also had intractable shackles.
The incident happened unexpectedly. The pursuer arrived and the knife was held between Fu Mingyuan's neck. Luo Xuanchen looked at the young man's sleeping brows and finally gave up.
Later, the pursuer turned him into a knife - a killer, and only the cold instructions remained in his memory. It's just that every time I pass by a pastry shop on a mission, I always stop inexplicably - as if I have forgotten someone and why I should remember it.
Intention: determination and hope
