The sins I wrote on the fate book with my own hands are now blooming like a rose in my lover's heart.
I am Song Shiyuan, the god of destiny in the divine world. I was punished to enter the human world to capture a hundred evil ghosts.
When the ninety-nine was killed, only the last petal of the rose between my fingers remained. But the clue of the last evil spirit pointed to the person I least expected——
I have a lover, Wen Shi.
The mistake I made somehow appeared on her, an innocent person implicated by me, and now, I just don't want her to get any harm.
She said she would always trust my decision.
I have a brother, Shangguan Qian.
He built a temple exactly like my temple, and his breath was left at the scene of every "rose on the chest" murder case.
He said he was helping me.
But when the "she" in my lover's body awakened, when the copper coins on her grandfather's lapel began to wrap around the flower roots, when Shangguan Qian showed me that familiar smile with unknown meaning...
I was shocked to realize that the pursuit of a hundred evil ghosts might itself be a huge scam.
Good and evil are like vines, entangled with the same roots; climbing to the gods or falling into the abyss, thoughts are the blades, cutting their way forward.
My blade has already been pointed at someone's throat.
It's just that I haven't figured it out yet——
Who is that person?
Intention: Good and evil are like vines, intertwined with the same root; thoughts are like blades, cutting their way forward.