Yin Tang knelt on the cold floor tiles of the Taisi Hall, tapping the jade chime with his fingertips, and every sound cracked the tiger's mouth. The spiritual beast she had raised for three years suddenly died suddenly. Wu Zhu whipped her back in public, saying that she had dirty blood and would bring bad luck. That night, she launched a dream invasion and broke into the sea of consciousness of the silver-haired fairy. Chonghua held her frozen hand and channeled spiritual power into her meridians: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you for three hundred years." The fairy and the witch fell in love, and the soul of anyone who violated it was relegated to reincarnation. Every time Yin Tang invades the dreamland, she loses a memory - she forgets her name, forgets the sound of the chimes in the Taisi Palace, she only remembers to get close to that man. On the day when the first layer of the blood seal was broken, the remnant soul of the witch ancestor sneered in her body: "Your body belongs to me." Chonghua cut out half of the godhead with his own hands and stuffed it into her mouth, blood splattered all over her face. "Swallow it and forget about me." Yin Tang didn't know that this was already the one hundred and thirty-seventh reincarnation. He chose to let her forget every time and bear the thunder of the Heavenly Punishment Platform for her. Until she saw the figure kneeling on the scorched earth in the deepest part of his dream, carving her name over and over with his fingertips - his fingers turned into bones, and the bones shattered into ashes. This time, she shouldn't forget. She wanted to snatch him back before he was completely wiped out.
