One body, two souls, living from the same root.
From the moment she could remember, Mu Yuanxi knew that she was different from others.
The long, colorful hair is soaked in sunlight, the left eye is melted with gold, and the right eye is clotted with blood. In the eyes of others, such strange appearance is auspicious, a sign of evil, and something to talk about after dinner. Falling in Mu's house, it was sixteen years of living in seclusion in Zhegui Garden.
But no one knows that there are two of her living in this body.
One loves to laugh, loves to make trouble, loves to feed the fish by the pond, and loves to liven up the deserted days. The one is cold and taciturn, disdainful of everything in the world, but she will not give in to the other one.
They share the same name and the same life.
When he was sixteen years old, a secret letter summoned Mu Yuanxi to the capital.
Before leaving, her mother hid her strange hair and tied a brocade bag around her waist without saying anything. On the night of entering Beijing, Mu Yuanxi stood in front of a door without a plaque and a lamp hanging on the lintel.
The lamp base is facing upwards and the light is pointing downwards.
Like a light hanging upside down, it illuminates the secret that should have been revealed sixteen years ago.
