The Lost Blade Record

The rain in southern Xinjiang is fishy. When Xu Chenyun woke up, the sword on his fingertips was one gram heavier than yesterday. He kills to prolong his life; to prolong his life is to protect the soul that is gradually dissipated by killing. Later, he realized that that insignificant gram was the origin secretly given to him by Yin Meng. She used every "steal" to keep him alive, feeding herself lighter and lighter. ——My blade weighs only one gram, but this hatred can transcend thousands of mountains.