Meng Chenqian's life has always been fragmented.
She doesn't have stable emotions like others, and her mood is always torn between extremes. Sometimes he is paranoid and addicted, sometimes he is empty and numb, and has no real sense of anything in the world. What's even more torturous is that countless memories that don't belong to her forcefully flood into her mind, with overlapping images and misaligned senses, confusing her mind day and night, making it difficult for her to tell whether the one alive is herself or the strange remnant soul inhabiting the body.
A strange ghost marriage in an ancient house drags her into endless strange copies.
But is that true? The world turned upside down, she woke up again, was it reality or an illusion, she forgot again, the repeated profile of the school, what did she... Actually see?
The black market gambling game is fatal at every step, the three public grievances are gambling on human body temperature, and memory is gambling on the soul. Every rule is a dead end, and every game is a desperate situation where one is betting on oneself.
Everyone is trapped in greed and fear, but she, who is chaotic and broken, is unusually calm in the field of life and death.
In countless desperate situations, Shi Yuchen always stayed by her side.
He saw through the tears in her emotions and the emptiness in her eyes, and asked softly:
"Meng Chenqian, who are you? Are you the real you, or a shadow that has been tampered with by memory?"
She raised her eyes, feeling empty and tired, and her words were light:
"I have long been unable to tell whether I am living a good life or not."
The ups and downs of reincarnation, the fatal gamble, the misplaced fate.
The emotionally broken girl walks side by side with the gentle and persistent boy.
They broke through the strange rules layer by layer and traced the dust-laden truth.
Just to find the unique and true self among all the falsehoods.
"No one can get rid of the evil fate of the past life and this life, so let's die together. Forget it... I still have many friends..."
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Purpose: Not guilty
