On the other side of the underworld, one thought becomes an obsession. Lingxi used his half-soul as a seed and black soil as his bed, in exchange for his daughter Huaixi being reborn under Jiangzhuhuahuai ten years later.
She was sent to the human world and raised by a blacksmith. The aroma of porridge in the stoneware bowl and the sparks by the fire created a lively world for her. Only the crimson bead that glowed late at night on her chest silently told her cold life experience from the netherworld.
However, the river of forgetfulness of fate will eventually flow back. The death of my mother, my father's journey to immortality, all the buried past are finally approaching quietly with the fragrance of flowers on the other side that fills the air again.
This time, will she choose to live in the world, or go to hell for the truth?
Intention: Wherever the heart goes, there is the other shore