In the ruined temple of Youdu City, there is a faceless female corpse wearing a red wedding dress.
I covered it with my left hand——
The murderer's face cannot be seen.
That night, a second faceless female corpse appeared.
The same wedding dress, the same technique.
I looked back again and saw a deeper secret.
Then, I saw a corpse in the shadow-tracing void.
The face of that corpse is exactly the same as mine.
She has been dead for three years. I didn't know her, but I penetrated her body.
The master said that the time mark is a curse.
Pei Yan from the Criminal Division said that he believed the evidence but not my lies.
Xie Wuwang from the Suying Department - He stared at my left hand, there was something I couldn't understand in his eyes, and he only asked:
"Why do your lines disturb my heart...?"
Until that wordless ancient book was stained with my blood.
A line of words appeared on the blank page:
"Shiyuan's heart is in Zhaoli's heart."
Zhaoli, the princess who was buried sixteen years ago.
And this body is fifteen years old this year.
My name is not Zhaoli.
I am Su Luo.
Who wants my heart——
Please save your life first...
