Wang Xiaoya: Yang Zhao, do you know what I regret most in my life?
Yang Zhao: What?
Wang Xiaoya: What I regret most is that I didn't tell you earlier that Wang Xiaoya liked Yang Zhao.
Wang Xiaoya: Always, always, I like it very much.
Yang Zhao:......
Wang Xiaoya: If you had told me earlier, wouldn't we have been able to be together for a while longer?
Yang Zhao: I'm sorry, Yaya.
Wang Xiaoya: ... Humph.
Wang Xiaoya: But... Those last days were pretty good.
Wang Xiaoya: I can see you every day, I can help you warm your hands, I can make you porridge...
Wang Xiaoya: I still remember those days.
Wang Xiaoya: I remember it clearly.
Yang Zhao: I remember it too.
Yang Zhao: Yaya, thank you.
Yang Zhao: It is my greatest luck to meet you in this life.
Yang Zhao: If there is an afterlife...
Wang Xiaoya: I know, you still want to marry me.
Yang Zhao: Yeah.
Yang Zhao: I hope to see you in the next life.
Wang Xiaoya: See you in the next life.
This book uses the power and intrigue of troubled times as its background, the fetters of fate as its warp, and sadomasochism as its latitude. It tells the sadistic relationship between Wang Xiaoya, a little beggar living on the street, and Yang Zhao, a young man who has transcended yin and yang in his past and present lives, spanning life and death, and spanning thirteen years. The male protagonist borrows the corpse to resurrect himself as Song Yu, and uses all means to complete his revenge, but unknowingly, Wang Xiaoya reawakens the dead innocent boy. Revenge is complete, and the soul returns to heaven and earth, leaving Wang Xiaoya alone in the world, recalling the deep love in her past and present lives alone.
