[Historical fantasy romance] [Male lead transmigrates into another body] [Female lead is reincarnated] [No incest]
“Radiant as flowers, gentle as jade.”, Rhapsody of the Goddess
She is a lonely spirit who has lived through dozens of lifetimes. In this life, she drifts through a deep, dark cellar, calmly and coldly awaiting the seemingly inevitable dead end.
He is an outsider who has fallen into this world, bearing a soul that does not belong to this era. He blunders into her world and leaves a mark upon her that does not belong to this time.
So she gathers her courage, picks up a rough stick of charcoal, and on that small sheet of rice paper, stroke by stroke, depicts the truest world she has seen with her own eyes.
When the veil of identity is torn away in a wash of blood, when the death knell of her eighteenth year rings, and when the gilded age of peace collapses, she finally takes up her brush and steps into the world, painting a glimmer of light across the endless night.
