On the night Zhou Cheng’s white camellia talisman began to bleed, she received the first letter Lin Yu’an had sent her: “For two years, my hands were stained with blood. That was the price I paid for the privilege of rewriting the rules for you. It doesn’t matter if you remember me, Big Sister. You only need to know this: I love you.”
When the white camellia was stained red with blood, Zhou Cheng finally recognized the figure she had seen in her memories.
At last, she remembered the promise: “We’ll watch the white camellias bloom together forever, Xiao An.”
Someone had planted flowers for her in the abyss long ago, flowers that would lead her to the dawn.
(Featuring two heroines, white camellias sharing a fate, and mutual salvation)
