Transmigrating Through a Fantastic Starry Sky

Three thousand strands of dark hair, a jade hairpin falling to the ground, and all the flowers withering. Rain dampens the flagstones as layers of skirts sweep past, just slightly wet. Pear blossoms fall like snow, drifting down as they softly sing of parting sorrow. Everything has changed, and all is lost. I want to speak, but tears come first. Who played the wrong notes for whom, and who mistook fate for love? Past lives and this one, the future and the past: who is the one I love, after all?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.