Zong Que was born emotionally detached. After being chosen by the system, he only wanted to complete his missions diligently — until he met someone as warm and radiant as the sun.

Even heroes fall for beauty. If you put in enough effort, even a block of wood can bloom.

Lin Heng: “Don’t you think this really feels like an affair?”

…

Yue: “Leaving him here? As if he’d obediently stay put.”

…

Prince Yue: “Would you be willing to live a lifetime of harmony with me, ruler and subject?”

…

April: “This demon lord has been locked up by a dragon! Hurry and save me~”

Zong Que: “…”

Zong Que was born indifferent — no parents, no siblings, no friends or lovers. He came into this world alone, and would leave it just the same.

To him, everything in the world was nothing more than dust and stone…

Until he met that tiny blade of grass growing in a desert storm.

Fresh and green, irresistibly endearing — fragile in appearance, yet deeply rooted in the barren land.

It scattered seeds, bloomed flowers, and transformed the desert into a paradise.

“For you, I am willing to plant the seed of love.”

“For you… I will let it grow deep.”

Le Jian, breathless from Zong Que’s kisses: “Are you really emotionally deficient?”

Zong Que: “Emotionally deficient, yes. Physically deficient, no.”

Le Jian: “…”

He underestimated him.

A cold and emotionally-detached gong × an “optimistic and cheerful” beautiful shou.