There is a legend about the famous actress "Qiu Begonia" circulated in the Peking Opera troupe I belong to. At that time, she became famous all over the world with her play "Ghost Grudge", but she mysteriously committed suicide backstage. Now I take over her role in this role. Until I discovered that the special set of oil paints passed down from generation to generation were actually made from her ashes. Whenever I put on facial makeup, her resentment and obsession erode my sanity. Am I singing an opera, or am I risking my life for her?
