There is a river in the underworld, named Wangchuan. There are bones growing on the bottom of the river. The bones are as white as snow, and they are crying with beads in their mouths.
There is a temple in the human world, named Hanshan. The bells ring at midnight, not for passenger ships, but for dead souls.
The prince has hatred and has been hating him for thousands of years. I hate that when I lifted my hijab that day, what I saw was not his face. I hate that I tied the red silk for someone else with my own hands, while he was lying in the black coffin, passing by the wedding hall.
HE/supernatural fantasy/ancient and modern timeline interspersed
Intention: Change my heart for yours, and we will know each other deeply and remember each other deeply. ——Gu Xun, Five Dynasties
