In her last life, she died at someone else's wedding.
When the hijab was lifted, it was revealed that it was not the groom, but the shadow puppet stage of the drama god - she was regarded as a "happy and mourning" sacrifice, pushed in, and never came out again.
Open your eyes again and go back to ten years ago.
I have an extra volume of "Pictures of Red and White Events" in my mind. I can recognize the owner and show the way. All red and white events are copies, and I can pass all levels of weddings and mourning halls. The deeper she recognized her master, the more the fragments came together. Only then did she see clearly that this game had been laid out since the night she was born.
