In the rain and fog of late spring in Lingnan, Cheng Suiyun dragged his suitcase through Liwan Granite Alley. This century-old Xiguan mansion was immersed in the salty Pearl River wind. My grandmother burned all the mirrors before her death, but left only the carved mirror in the attic covered with scarlet velvet. When she heard the tune of "Emperor's Flower" coming from the mirror at midnight, the corner of Xiangyunsha's clothes was brushing against the plum blossom birthmark on her wrist - the Republic of China woman with the same appearance as her was combing her hair with her back turned.
Photographer Lu Mingchuan followed the mysterious film to the teahouse. The copper coin around his neck fit perfectly with the Bagua pattern on the window lattice of the old house. The dragon and phoenix bracelets floating in the Pearl River on the night of the Ghostly Yuan Dynasty, and the gilt comb that suddenly appeared in Yongqingfang, all clues point to the bizarre fire that engulfed Miss Cheng's family in 1937. The blood-stained lychee opened up the dusty past, and the birthday on the faded marriage contract completely coincided with Cheng Suiyun's. In the film developed by Lu Mingchuan, her indigo cheongsam was turning into a wedding dress inch by inch.
When the "bride" of the Chen Family Ancestral Wax Museum smiled at her, and when the peach wood doll on the top of the Liurong Temple cracked with the same birthmark as her own, Cheng Suiyun finally touched the cold truth of the mirror - the twin souls who were sacrificed eighty years ago were staring at her through the sliding door of the Xiguan House. At the moment when the reflection of the two moons appeared in the Pearl River, the copper coins in Lu Mingchuan's palm suddenly oozed blood, revealing the secret Nanyang words in his grandfather's diary, "Borrowing life to renew a relationship"...
