This book reconstructs the tragic core of "Dream of Red Mansions" with classical fantasy. It tells the story of the twelve flower gods in the heaven who were demoted to the mortal world by the Queen Mother because of the peach gathering, and their souls fell into the destiny of the twelve hairpins in Jinling. Under the precise ritual of Taixu Illusion, they came to the world with their sealed memories and incomplete original divine power - Lin Daiyu's tears concealed the power of flourishing all things, but regarded herself as ominous; Xue Baochai's cold scented pills sealed the true emotions and maintained the cracks under the perfect appearance; Wang Xifeng's power of bewitching was as addictive as a poppy, but it backfired on her body. When the curtain opens on the fate of the Grand View Garden, these characteristics deeply rooted in the divine personality are torn apart from the established tragic trajectory of the human world: Daiyu mourns with the grass and trees when she buries flowers, Baochai struggles under the shackles of reason, and Xifeng burns in the flames of power desire. With the defection of the patrol, the reclusive Jiangzhu Cottage, and the Wujiya Secret Sect pursuing the truth, an undercurrent of destiny and resistance quietly surged. In the end, in the fateful climax of burning manuscripts to end love, gold and jade becoming empty, and buildings collapsing, the flower gods woke up one after another and realized that this tribulation was not a punishment but a path to enlightenment - they washed their hearts with tears, burned their bodies with their karma, and illuminated the sky with silence, refining their divine nature in the ultimate joys and sorrows of the world. When the elegy of thousands of reds crying and thousands of beauties resounding in the sky, the twelve souls returned to the heaven carrying the mark of the mortal world, and presented to the Queen Mother their painful and condensed enlightenment experience in front of the platform of asking the heart. The gods who were in charge of flowers in the past are now reflected in the eyes of human fireworks and Taixu stars. Their return is not only the ultimate interpretation of the eternal dialectic of "beauty and sorrow", but also makes the cold sky reverberate with the aftereffects of life.
