A ray of soul escaped from the red cloth of the underworld, and the moon in Jiangnan finally fell into the neon of the 21st century. Jiang Jinyue dragged his broken body soaked in a century of obsession, and beside him was his only blood relative, his younger brother Jiang Su, who learned to smile in the ghost realm. They think that by hiding in the sea of people, they can crush the past into ashes.
Until the snowy wind wrinkled the glass curtain wall of the skyscraper again.
"My wife is soaking in the moon," the man stood on the busy crossroads, but the shadow behind him was winding like an ancient chain. His voice penetrated the hustle and bustle and only fell into her ears. It was as gentle as before, but also as cold as before.
"Enough fun. Time to go home."
This time, behind her was no longer a boundless ghost land, but the crumbling human world that her brother had fought so hard to earn for her.
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