How many of the decisions we make in life are really our own?
Liu Jiawang didn’t know. He only knew that on the night he turned twenty-eight, he collapsed over his drafting board and never got back up.
When he woke, he was already in the Soul Realm, a world of countless departed souls. Threads of longing bind the souls, while lamps of longing fuel them. When the oil runs dry, the soul vanishes. New souls have only forty-nine days.
He wrote a new name in the soul registry: Liu Yixian.
In life, he became everyone’s hope, but never lived for himself. This time, he would sever the threads that needed severing, fulfill the wishes that needed fulfilling, and shatter this, shatter this prison that had trapped him across two lifetimes.
