Sin Pattern: River of Sin

Six hundred and eighty-five generations of historians recorded thirty thousand years. What is remembered is not merit, but sin. My name is Ava, a restorer of the Forbidden City. Blood seeped into the inscription, and a sin mark appeared on the palm - engraved with the part of myself that I had never dared to look at. The first one hundred and thirty-six reincarnations were all destroyed. This time, there are six days left. There are eight people standing next to me: The angry person is so angry - it's not that he's bad, it's that he can't stop. Greedy people keep accounts - not because they are greedy for money, but because they are afraid of being forgotten. The envious person has been waiting for fifty years - what he hates is not the favored person, but himself who did not enter the palace. Their sins are not who they want to be, but who they are trapped in. Three thousand years ago, a man traded his companion's life for his own survival. She has been waiting for me at the end of the long river for three thousand years. She said: You came here to show me that you were once the person who did not enter the palace. Every time you are seen, you are immune.