When Kun Opera is singing, is she the "white moonlight" carved in his bones and blood, or is she the "fake" in A Qing's skin?
A "soul recognition" and "escape" that spanned twenty years suddenly exploded in the corpse moth's poisonous spots and hair mound finger tactics!
He pressed forward step by step, using love as a prison and pain as a witness, vowing to make her acknowledge the soul sleeping in that body;
She struggled in fear, her memory was confused, and she couldn't tell whether she was a madman or a substitute tampered with by fate.
When she sang the soul-burial song on Taiping Street... The crowd parted, and the forty-five-year-old Jie Jiuye walked over. His fingertips pressed the corpse moth poisonous spots on the back of her neck accurately, and his voice was tempered by twenty years of bone-eroding coldness and pain: "The poisonous spots have not disappeared... Little liar, let me find it easily."
A Qing, deep in her soul, suddenly awakened under the touch, and merged fiercely with Lin Shuwan's consciousness. The cold truth is revealed...
