In Xie Jing’s Past Life —
The Bai family of the northern lands—merchants of a hundred years’ standing. The family head, Bai Rongjiu, was a man cold in both temperament and feeling— until one day, his heart was moved, and he took someone in.
Lord Bai Jiu (Lord Bai Jiu) made his stance clear to the world:
“Even if I die, no one will touch a single hair on him. In life, he is mine; in death, he follows me.”
Yet when Bai Rongjiu truly died, Xie Jing was still alive and well.
His master had already paved every path for him, ensuring he could live on safely through the chaos of the times.
After ten years of guarding the grave, Xie Jing opened his eyes— and found himself back in his youth. The chaos had not yet begun. Everything could still be changed.
In This Life —
Xie Jing returned to the winter of his thirteenth year— the hardest year of his life. But now, everything would be different.
This time, Lord Bai Jiu raised his little wolf cub early, teaching him hand-in-hand.
The boy who grew up under his roof soon became a young man as elegant as jade— but his eyes, just as when he was a child, always shone brightly whenever they met his master’s gaze.
Years later, Lord Bai Jiu asked softly, “Why are you so good to me, Little Xie?”
Xie Jing answered, “Because in this world, no one has ever treated me so well—except you.”
Lord Bai Jiu asked again, “And do you know why I’m only good to you?”
Xie Jing’s ears turned red.
“I—I know.”
He knew it from a love letter—just ten words long, typical of Lord Bai Jiu’s domineering style:
“The south wind has not yet stirred, but I already miss you to sickness—uncurable.”
What that man never knew was that Xie Jing had come from more than ten years in the future, where his longing for him had long taken root— a wound that time itself could never heal.
