An ancient painting imprisons Pei Ji, who was sacrificed due to the greed of the villagers and eventually became one with the Blood Moon.
By accident, I was involved in the painting. In the extreme possession and cold hatred, I had a glimpse of my own past that had unintentionally contributed to the tragedy.
After escaping, I tried to move toward a new life with the magician Lu Huai, using the marriage contract to build an ordinary fortress.
However, dreams cannot lock him.
When the blood moon completely swallowed up the last bit of his humanity, I was dragged back to that dank basement.
This time, Lu Huai vowed to end this reincarnation started by me.
On one side is the gentleness that represents "order" that is trying to save me;
On one side is the madness stemming from "chaos" that insists on imprisoning me.
And I, standing at the center of love and sin, must make a choice - to be the last link to seal him, or... To fall into the eternal night with him?
Reader comments
Atonement? Or affectionate?
Two men with completely different personalities have a fateful entanglement with the heroine.
A cool and self-sufficient person will bow his head for love and become a harbor to protect her.
Dark and paranoid people will trap her in her heart and become shackles that imprison her.
Guilt and regret will grow into sharp thorns that pierce the bone marrow.
How could warmth and admiration be as gentle as the warm sun?
She will deal with it, facing her own conflicting emotions and her past and present lives from beginning to end.
Her hesitation is precisely her confusion in the journey of life. Should we escape or face it, should we take the initiative or accept it passively?
No matter what she chooses, she should be responsible for her own actions and her own life.
Atonement? Or affectionate? Two men with completely different personalities have a fateful entanglement with the heroine. A cool and self-sufficient person will bow his head for love and become a harbor to protect her. Dark and paranoid people will trap her in her heart and become shackles that imprison her. Guilt and regret will grow into sharp thorns that pierce the bone marrow. How could warmth and admiration be as gentle as the warm sun? She will deal with it, facing her own conflicting emotions and her past and present lives from beginning to end. Her hesitation is precisely her confusion in the journey of life. Should we escape or face it, should we take the initiative or accept it passively? No matter what she chooses, she should be responsible for her own actions and her own life.