Three hundred years ago, a blood-contracted curse drove the descendants of the Shen and Gu clans into reincarnation: they would meet each other and die together in the future.
Ninety-nine times - she always died under his sword on a candle-lit wedding night; and every time he woke up, he forgot who she was.
Until the hundredth life.
The silver mark on ancient book restorer Shen Tang's wrist burned as before, but criminal investigation consultant Chen Jin opened his eyes for the first time with all his memories. He found the bronze mirror covered with runes in the basement of his old house in Chengdu. On the back was engraved the image of a wedding dress stained with blood, a sword piercing the heart, and the eight-character prophecy: We will return to dust together, and we will forget our past together.
"Can you be freed by forgetting?" His voice trembled.
"Perhaps." She answered calmly, but she hid the truth that was scratched out from the broken pages of the ancient book - **"Forgotten people live, reporters perish"**.
If two people forget at the same time, the curse can be broken; but if one remembers, they will perish forever.
Chen Jin doesn't believe in fate: "I won't kill you this time, and I won't let you forget." He wants to tear up reincarnation and find a third way.
But there are only three months left. The moon is approaching, the silver marks are rekindled, and the dim light of the bronze mirror is rising again...
When love is evidence of guilt and memory becomes shackles, can they find an ending braver than death in each other's eyes?
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This is not fate, it's a battle that cost ninety-nine deaths. It's the last confession.
