Ah Liang stood in front of Mo Cizui's storybook for a long time, not moving a step, his brows knitted together in a knotted state, until someone tapped him on the shoulder. It was his classmate Tang Chuan. Tang Chuan knew best how much he loved the storybook "High Mountains and Flowing Water."

Pulling Tang Chuan over, A Liang sighed and pointed at the book in front of him: "Just take a look at it and you'll understand."

Ah Liang was suspicious and took a step forward. He quickly scanned the storybook and his expression changed slightly. When he saw the signature at the end of the storybook, his brows furrowed and he turned to ask Ah Liang, "Is this a mistake?"

"Do you think it's possible?" A Liang asked back, his eyes falling on the script again. He was unwilling to believe it, but it had been held for many years and the organizers had not made any small mistakes.

Mo Cizui's storybook is titled: Her Dimples. A very simple name.

The protagonist of the story is a young man named Jiang Liang. Jiang Liang is a disabled person who lost his legs since childhood, but he has a good talent for medicine. In just two years, he became a household name as a miracle doctor.

That year, a plague suddenly broke out in Xuancheng. In just one month, more than 100,000 people in Xuancheng died. A raging fire broke out in the city, and the person in the fire was Jiang Liang, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

It turned out that the plague and fire in Xuancheng were all planned by Jiang Liang.

[Xuancheng, due to the arrival of the plague, the atmosphere is solemn. Countless people die every day, adding a sense of sadness to this once prosperous city. Jiang Liang sits in a wheelchair, dressed in white, spotless, with black hair like a waterfall, like a banished immortal. Although he has lost his legs, he still can't hide his elegance.

One hand propped up his smooth chin. Beneath his raven lashes, a pair of phoenix eyes, dark and sinister, curled his lips into a smile, a cheerfulness that stood out against the lifeless Xuancheng. He looked indifferently at the faces of those infected with the plague, struggling to survive, like a Shura from hell.

"Are you satisfied with the gift I gave you?" He murmured, oblivious to the surroundings. His voice was soft, yet tinged with a hint of cunning. "Go to the underworld and atone for your sins for eternity."

Xuancheng was utterly silent. The fire burned fiercely, its scorching heat searing his body. Amidst the crimson flames, Jiang Liang slowly supported himself, rising from his wheelchair and laughing heartily. The fire consumed his flesh inch by inch. Before he was completely consumed, Jiang Liang seemed to see the silhouette of a little girl running towards him. But before he could fully grasp the girl's form, he closed his eyes forever.

[The world gives me pain, and I repay it with evil. —Jiang Liang]

The story has a sad and heavy beginning. The protagonist Jiang Liang takes revenge on everyone in Xuancheng in such a decisive and cruel way.

Soon, the heroine of the story appeared. Her name was Chu Li, a cute little girl. When she smiled, there were two deep dimples on both sides of her cheeks, like a sweet candy.

Chu Li was reborn, back to when she was five years old, before she left Xuancheng and was still Jiang Liang's neighbor. Little Chu Li lay in bed, tears welling in her eyes, her mind still shimmering with memories of her past life. The last of these memories was frozen in time as she ran towards a desperate and lonely Jiang Liang, engulfed in a blazing fire. Resurrecting her life, Chu Li decided never to leave Xuancheng again, and never let Jiang Liang become the desperate and terrifying demon she had been in her previous life.

This year, Chu Li was five years old, and Jiang Liang was seven. Having lost both his parents and his legs, Jiang Liang became a neighbor of the Chu family.