[Loyal general in a past life x unhinged young lord
Mad dog and evil spirit in this life x cold, unhinged man]
[Past and present lives, one-on-one, devoted to each other]
P.S. The male lead really is a ghost. He will not come back to life.
Qi Shi bought an antique mirror at an auction.
Someone told him... it came from a tomb and was cursed.
He didn't care. He just thought it was beautiful.
Later, night after night, he felt...
Something pressing down on him.
A chilling presence surrounded him.
It seemed he was being haunted...
The general was mud, the young lord a sharp blade.
Ten thousand arrows pierced his heart; his bones became a drum. Even without a head, his body faced north, his blood staining three thousand li of yellow sand.
The heavens would not claim him; the earth would not bury him.
The blade broke, and jade shattered on Kunlun Mountain. They gathered the broken bones, lit the flames of the netherworld, burned three parts to ash to feed the mirror, and scattered the other seven into the River of Forgetfulness.
A soul was kept in the mirror, unaware of pain. A trial awaited beyond it, a trial named "Xie."
Possession was like borrowing clothes: he woke without knowing who he had been.
The one who buried the mirror became a prisoner outside it.
Don't calculate, don't calculate. In the end, all the calculations amount to nothing but...
One person gouging out his heart to make a lamp, another borrowing its flame to find the way.
Dust settled; the mirror fell silent.
A wind came from the void, stirring two strands of fate with the same root.
