After the Family Was Wiped Out, the Silver-Haired God Took Me Back Home

Xie Xinglan was originally the eldest daughter of the Xuanjin family. She was born with a "candle of death" burning in her chest - the day the candle burned out, she would die. The genealogy clearly states: This woman will not live to be twenty. But that night, the fire burned through half of the sky, and the blade licked the throats of her parents and brothers one by one. She huddled in a dry well, climbed out on the bodies of her relatives, and fled south. She had only one thought: to live. She survived. Because the light on her chest was still beating. Wang Qingyue is the swordkeeper of the Wang family in Wuyi Lane. Severe love, death and fame - when he was six years old, his father cut open his palm with a dagger, pressed the blood on the Guiyan sword, and taught him the first thing, which was to cut out the heart from the bones. He had guarded the sword for ten years and never thought that he would personally save a dying person. He never thought that the lamp on that person's chest would be the last thing in his life that he should touch. There are nine volumes of fragments of the Suzaku Book. Every time one of them appears in the world, Guiyan Sword will sense one point. And every bit of induction was taking away a glimmer of life from Wang Qingyue's fate. If Xie Xinglan wants to live, he must collect the nine fragments of the book and unlock the secret realm of Wuyi sealed in the Guiyan Sword. But when she gathered all nine pieces, it was the day when his soul was gone. He won't tell her. She doesn't know. They fled from Jinling to Qiantang, and from the City of the Living Dead to the bottom of the Water Ghost River. His silver hair is like the moon, and he takes his life as a contract to block every disaster for her. She carried him on her back for two days on the mountain road, knelt before the Buddha and begged the Bodhisattva to make him suffer less. "You don't recognize me." He once said to her in the dark night of Shuoming City, "But I have been waiting for you for a long time." A dying candle, born from the ashes of night