On the day Jiang Chenwan was born, it rained heavily. A car accident claimed the lives of her parents, and she was cut out of her mother's belly before she could survive.
Grandpa's good friend Mr. Qi knew a lot about numerology and gave her a horoscope: light horoscope, heavy yin energy, beauty is a bad luck.
When Jiang Chenwan was five years old, his grandfather also passed away.
Mr. Qi called his grandson Su Zeqi to him and tied a red string around his wrist. At the other end, there is a little girl holding on to her grandfather's clothes.
"From now on, you will protect her."
Five-year-old Su Ze prayed.
Seventeen years. She lived in fear and fear in the human world. He never left, fighting for people with the King of Hell.
In the autumn of this year, when he was eighteen, Jiang Chenwan died. When he died, where he died, what was the cause of his death, and where his bones were - she didn't know anything. On the day her soul left her body, Su Zeqi rushed through the door, knelt on the ground, and shouted her name into the air. She responded. He couldn't hear.
Lighting the soul-inducing incense, he finally saw her.
From then on, day and night, one person and one soul embarked on the road to find the truth.
They gave up their obsessions on behalf of the ghost, and every resolution of their obsessions brought her one step closer to that rainy day.
On the top of the mountain, Jiang Chenwan stretched out his hand and caressed his face in vain.
"Aqi, thank you. I..."
She snuffed out the burning incense.
He couldn't hear the last part - his girl didn't want him to hear it.
The red thread broke and the broken jade fell to the ground.
A wisp of breeze blew past his ears, like a whisper between lovers——
"If justice in this world is hard to come by, I will do it, even if I go through fire and water and be shattered to pieces."
She will be filled with love and tell the autumn wind.
Qiu Feng will answer for her.
Intention: I still love you in the shadow of death.