What she is embroidering is not eyebrow tattoos, but the ghostly lines of people's hearts;
What she exchanged was not the skin, but the debt book of her past and present lives.
The bright yellow skirt sweeps across the Yin and Yang world,
The blood beads on the fingertips condensed into soul charm——
When Fu Xi holds the needle,
Do you dare to look at that face in the mirror?
Whose obsession remains?
Concept: painted skin