In the midst of the mortal world, a sword descends—its name: Inquiry of the Heart. When ghosts and supernatural beings once again appear in our lives, will our existence be thrown into utter chaos, or will we accept their presence and forge a new order together? Wu Zui, a dedicated detective, finds himself demoted to the lowest rank after offending his superiors. Now starting anew from the grassroots, how will he confront the sudden onslaught of otherworldly spirits and monsters? Life is never easy, but we will persevere and press forward, undaunted!.

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Ten years ago. Wen Zhixia was a quiet, reserved, well-behaved girl, while Gu Pingsheng was the unruly school troublemaker with a roguish grin. In a shadowy alley, Wen Zhixia smashed a bottle over the head of a thug who tried to assault her, leaving Gu Pingsheng both astonished and captivated. He realized, for the first time, that beneath the bookish exterior, the little nerd had a fierce side. In their youth, it seemed the whole world knew Gu Pingsheng was in love with Wen Zhixia—his feelings were deep and impossible to conceal. For her, he drank the strongest liquor, stood beneath the heaviest rains, made the most passionate vows, and gave her the most lingering kisses. In the sweetness of first love, Gu Pingsheng stole away the purest part of a young girl's heart. Ten years later. On a snowy evening, the frail Wen Zhixia stood watching as Gu Pingsheng, just beyond her car, embraced and kissed another woman. The test results she held slipped silently from her hand, falling to the ground and vanishing beneath a blanket of snow. Perhaps Gu Pingsheng had convinced himself that Wen Zhixia—so compliant, so accommodating—would never leave him, not in this lifetime. He seemed to forget who, in the beginning, had pleaded and coaxed her to love him. Her pain reached its limit; in order to survive, she resolved to cut out the rot named “Gu Pingsheng” from her soul, even if it left her battered, even if it made her bleed. Later— Wen Zhixia, standing at her doorway, saw the man leaning against the wall, smoking. Beside him was a teary-eyed, pitiful little boy. “Mama, Dango is so sleepy…” Wen Zhixia frowned in confusion. A haze of bluish smoke veiled the man’s expression as he played the scoundrel. “What are you looking at? The paternity test is right here. Your son is my son too. Time to take responsibility.”.

I am a master in my own right—would I really become a live-in son-in-law and live off a woman? Yes, I would..

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