The Garan Mistake

I wanted to change the fate of a Buddhist Son who had died a brutal death a thousand years ago. With the help of the System, I followed behind him for five years. At last, after he accidentally broke his vows, he agreed to return to secular life and marry me. On the eve of our wedding, at the Imperial Hunting Grounds, assassins attacked. At the critical moment, he pushed me away-and still chose to protect the emperor’s favored consort. He caught the edge of a sword in his bare hand, droplets of blood blooming across his spotless white kasaya. Not a single speck of filth touched the white moonlight he had hidden in his heart. I clutched the stab wound in my shoulder. And at last, I understood: this love that had crossed a thousand years should come to an end. I summoned the long-silent System. “I want to go home.” “I don’t want to change his fate anymore-the fate of being dragged down by his white moonlight, cut to pieces, and having his Buddha Bone carved out.”