I Will Never Regret It

Those with dark veins are despised by heaven. Born with ink marks on his wrists, disasters follow him wherever he goes. Not allowed to practice, not allowed to live in the world, even God doesn't want to take another look. Ye Ku was imprisoned in Siguo Cliff for three years. The wind and snow were a prison, and the cold iron was on his body. They asked him to think about his faults - it was his fault that he was born into misfortune. Three years later, he broke the chain, and what was waiting for him was the sword of Qin Suwen, the century-old genius of Qingxiao Sect. That sword, named "Luochen", drove him into the abyss. He survived. It wasn't luck, it was her sword that missed by three inches at the last moment, leaving a glimmer of hope. At the end of the abyss, the underground river transported him to an isolated mountain village. The person who rescued him was a crazy village woman. She called him "Aqing" and said he was her long-lost son. She was chatty and long-winded, reminiscing about the past, tearing up a roast duck leg and carefully handing it to his mouth, the expectation in her eyes was like a lamp that could go out at any moment. Ye Ku doesn't recognize it. Don't believe it. Disdainful. He just needs a place to recuperate and a tool man to keep him alive. Wait until he is healed and then leave. Everyone owes nothing to each other. But he gradually discovered that she also wore long clothes and trousers in summer and never showed her hands and feet in front of him. When people in the village mentioned the temple in the back mountain, they became silent. And the words she kept repeating—"Soon no one will be able to take you away"—hid a secret deeper than madness. The native dog named Wangchai was lying on the threshold, his tail almost wagging off with greed, but he never stepped into the door without permission. There are some things that he never recognizes. But the herbal paste in the bones is both cold and warm.