Prince, Your Metaphysics Wife Is Digging Her Grave Again.

[Metaphysics + Psychic Variety Show + Live Broadcast + CP + Redemption] [Buddhist cute metaphysics genius × hard-mouthed, soft-hearted and sinister prince] Double clean! Strange things have happened frequently in Beijing recently. Someone opened his eyes in the middle of the night and saw the ghost of his deceased sister behind the curtains. The loving couple were climbing a mountain, but the wife accidentally fell off a cliff and died with her eyes open. The twelve-year-old girl behaves strangely. She imitates her grandma's tone of voice and even her behavior has her shadow. The psychic live broadcast is on, and there is a new person who always seems to be able to poke at their softest spots. The white clouds and elm trees form shades, and the burning thoughts form a river. … Everyone in Beijing knows that Song Zhe has a little wooden fish who loves fortune telling. The girl was taciturn, but Song Zhe liked her so much that he pestered her every day. "Baby" is long and "Baby" is short. Everyone was watching the excitement at first, betting that Song Zhe would break up in a few days. Faced with online comments, Bai Yuzhuo always laughs them off. Because she knows that death is her destination. She will use her life to fill the loopholes in her destiny, over and over again, until the world is at peace. The thorns are melted by the soft temperature, the butterflies take away the thorns and kiss the moldy bones. —— Three years after his death, Bai Yuzhuo came back. I thought Song Zhe had forgotten her a long time ago. After all, during these years, Song Zhe's life was as usual, nothing special. On the day we first met, it was a nice day. Song Zhe pushed her against the wall with red eyes, holding the prayer beads she had worn before her death, her voice trembling violently. "Bai Yuzhuo, you have to pay the price for starting chaos and giving up." Song Zhe is a mad dog. A mad dog that won't loosen its bones.