Lingxi and Zhu Jiuyuan

Three thousand years ago, the witch Ye Lingxi used her last strength to nail the divine sword into his body. She said "Live!" Then she died. He didn't cry. But that day, he took out a bone from his body to protect her soul and reincarnate into the world. Then he sealed himself on the scorched earth and used three thousand years of burning to give her a chance to come back again. Three thousand years later, a girl named Ye Lingxi appeared in an antique shop and got a comb made of that bone. Three of the comb teeth were broken, but they were warm in my hand. Like a person's body temperature. She didn't know what it was. Until that night, she heard a voice shouting the same name repeatedly in the darkness: Not "Ye" Lingxi. It is "Night" Lingxi. The name belonging to the witch that had not been spoken in three thousand years. She traveled through time and space and saw the sealed giant snake. He opened his eyes, her face reflected in his blue pupils. "You're here," he said, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper. "You're finally here." But she looked at him with a confused look on her face: "Who... Are you?" He smiled. Laughing is worse than crying. "Three thousand years of waiting, in exchange for saying 'who are you?'" He said, "I should hate you." "But I can't do it." This is the story of a man who has been waiting for three thousand years. It is also the story of one person exchanging one life for another. Even more so, after a long wait, a person finally understood— Not all waits result in a response. But all the waiting has not been disappointed.