Shen Caiyun died in the fire at Pei's house. He lived twenty-four years in his previous life. When he died, he didn't understand anything - who lit the fire, who held the thread, and what role that face that was so gentle made people relax their vigilance played in this game of chess. After her rebirth, she was fourteen years old, sitting on a camel's back, holding a grain of cool sand in her hand, and with the sound of the camel's bell, the city tower of Chengjing appeared on the horizon. She had already died there once. This time, she didn't plan to have her head pinched again. But she didn't know that in this situation, there was another person who had lived two lifetimes and had been waiting for her three years ago.
