"This time, I'll betray you first" —Shadow
Ling Xiangchen always wakes up from the same nightmare: scarlet blood, desperate eyes, and the old, painful mark on his eyebrow bone. As the recognized leader of the academy, he is calm and self-possessed, shouldering heavy responsibilities, but no one knows what kind of weight he carries deep in his soul. Until the name pierced into my mind like an ice pick—Xiao Qingyi and Wen Zhuo, the two upcoming transfer students, brought a fateful throbbing that tore through time and space.
Next to him is his most trusted friend, Mo Ye. She is as gentle as jade, and her smile is as warm as the sun. She will always hand him a bottle of water when he needs it, push up his glasses, and behind the lenses are light brown eyes without haze. But only Ling Xiangchen could capture the fleeting coldness under that perfect mask, like a poisonous snake's letter licking the back of his neck.
The innocent Su Yuhe is the only light in the team. She waved a colorful bracelet and nodded to the "Ye Chen" CP with bright eyes. She excitedly welcomed the arrival of the iceberg beauty Xiao Qingyi and the cold noble master Wen Zhuo. She had no idea that she and everyone else were going to the eye of the storm.
When the fragments of memory flowed upstream like a tide, Ling Chen saw the flames of the past life:
He is the captain of the Templar Knights who protects one side, and Mo Ye is his best friend as a strategist who fell into darkness.
Xiao Qingyi is an ice-cold princess who is in marriage, and Wen Zhuo is an enemy prince who is on the opposite side.
Su Yuhe is an innocent medical girl who tries to awaken hope, but is the first to extinguish it.
And their ending is that the mountains and rivers are broken, the best friends turn against each other, the lovers are separated, the innocence is destroyed... The scars are carved into the soul.
Reunion in this life seems to be accidental. Ling Xiangchen thought he was protecting, and Mo Ye thought he was in control of the chess game of revenge. Xiao Qingyi and Wen Zhuo struggled to get closer amidst the cold rules of the wealthy family and the inexplicable attraction. Su Yuhe's laughter tried to dispel the gloom.
But the gears of fate have long since rusted.
Every attempt at redemption becomes a footnote to tragedy;
Every touch of warmth points to the moment of farewell;
Every innocent guard speeds up the extinguishing of the light.
The invisible giant hand behind the scenes is weaving a web called "fate", using the love, hatred, struggle and sacrifice of the three generations of the five-person group as cold experimental data, the balancing weight of the universe, or the food of nothingness.
They think they are fighting each other, but in fact they are fighting against the established ending.
When the familiar betrayal repeats itself in this life, when the brightest star (Su Yuhe) falls to reveal the truth. When the frozen heart (Xiao Qingyi/Wen Zhuo) was frozen forever just after being heated... Ling Xiangchen finally saw clearly: the battlefield they were fighting on was just a script written by a higher being. And Mo Ye's twisted love and hate became the only fuel to continue this endless reincarnation.
Can the mark spanning three lifetimes be cut off? In an eternal script, can the marionette tear its own threads?
This time, whether to fall into a deeper abyss or to burn everything... Just to carve a weak resistance belonging to "humanity" in the cold laws of the universe.
Purpose: In the cold torrent of destiny, explore the value of resisting fate.
