The life of the witch Jiang Shui is a ridiculous scam spanning thousands of years.
When Du Yu fed his unwillingness and the unfulfilled love debt ten thousand years ago into a crazy obsession bit by bit.
"You said you loved me."
"You owe me."
But Jiuyao blocked her behind, and the dragon's roar shattered half of the sky——
"The one who owes you is dead a long time ago. She is Jiang Shui, she doesn't owe you."
The clouds and rain in Wushan have returned, and the fog in Yunmengze has reopened.
This time, how should she choose between the paranoia caused by thousands of years of loneliness and the deep love watered by blood?
Should she awaken the person she once loved deeply, or embrace the devil who had shouldered all the sins for her?
Intention: All living beings suffer from obsession. When a thought arises, good people also give birth to inner demons; when a thought persists, love and hate become shackles. Is the pain caused by obsession more severe, or is the forced happiness enough to offset it?