On Xue Xiaofan's wrist, there was a mark whose origin even she didn't know.
Since then, she has always been looking through some "life fragments" that do not belong to her in her dreams: someone's roar in the wind and snow, someone's blood on the strings, someone's promise locked in the palace...
But in reality, the Chinese teacher's gaze was always hesitant to speak, the transfer student stubbornly pursued an answer to "the previous life", and the glazed cup in the hand of the aloof immortal was shattered to pieces when he saw her for the first time.
It was as if there was a book with her name written all over it, and someone was tearing it out page by page from the other side of the years.
Until a voice sounded in her heart: "All the chapters have been written. All that is left is for you to pick up the pen and write an ending for this floating life."
Intent: When defined as "someone" by countless pasts, the true self begins with a clear decision: I inherit all stories, but I write my own ending.