Yin Bracelet Corrodes the Heart

An ancient house that eats people is not built with beams, wood and bricks, but with the memories of the survivors. When Lin Xiaoman put on the blood jade bracelet, she became a crack in time - the broken bronze mirror in the boudoir of the Republic of China reflected the cold light of the modern flashlight, Mei Yingxue's last gasp before death was mixed with her rapid heartbeat, and two souls separated by a hundred years were eroding each other in the curse. This forgotten "Plum Garden" is not a prison for ghosts, but a cancer of memory: the carved bedstead is condensed with the last body temperature of the girl who was poisoned, the curtains of the stage are soaked with the grievances of women in the old era who had no way to express themselves, and the blood jade bracelet that never fades is implanting the lesions of history little by little into the blood vessels of living people. The more times Lin Xiaoman saw Mei Yingxue in the mirror, the more horrified he became to discover that they were also "chosen" sacrifices. One is trapped in the beautiful cage woven by patriarchy, the other is trapped in the illusion of academic ambition; one eloped for freedom but was poisoned, and the other went deep into the tiger's den for the truth but was reduced to a container. When the red lines of the jade bracelet covered her neck, she finally understood the deepest curse of this house - every woman who stepped into this place was repeating an eternal sacrifice. At this moment, the blood moon rises again. There are two diaries side by side on the dressing table: one with old ink, recording the truth about the daughter of the Republic of China who was poisoned by her stepmother; the other with still wet handwriting, filled with the gradually alienated notes of a modern graduate student. In the bronze mirror, two hands wearing blood jade bracelets held pens at the same time...