Devil, Stop Pretending

In his previous life, Zhang Jiushu was always one step behind. One step later he becomes stronger, one step later he understands, one step later he holds her hand that is getting colder. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the rain when he was sixteen. Relatives, friends, enemies, as well as her destined ending, all remained silent in the previous reincarnation. He knew her demonic identity, how she would die, and what he could do. This time, he wants to reduce the regret and distance of those 1,200 days and nights to nothing. Until the battlefield between good and evil was filled with blood, and he stood in front of her wearing a blue shirt, and the light of the sword in his hand illuminated her stunned face. "Zhang Jiushu, who are you?" He looked back at her and smiled, the raindrops sliding down his chin. "A man who never wants to see a tombstone again." The sword can cut things, but what he wants to cut is the fate between yin and yang. Read more of my work!