On Xuanqing Mountain, Zhang Qinghan was recognized as a swordsman genius. He was aloof and kept away from strangers. There is only one person for whom she will let go of all her indifference and sharpness - her sister, Bai Qingli.
Bai Qingli is a little junior sister in everyone's eyes who is well-behaved, lively, sweet and smiling. She is like a harmless little white rabbit. She sticks to her sister's side all day long, acting coquettishly, hugging her, and kissing her cheeks. Everyone said that the relationship between the sisters was really good.
But no one knew the secret Bai Qingli hid under her pillow. No one knew the light burning in her eyes when she ran hundreds of miles of mountain roads alone in the middle of the night. No one knew how those who tried to get close to Zhang Qinghan quietly disappeared one after another.
Until one day, Zhang Qinghan woke up in an isolated cave and met those deep purple eyes and the sweet and gentle smile that she had seen countless times.
"Sister Han, we are home."
This is a story about possession and attachment, paranoia and indulgence. When the cocoon she carefully weaved finally wrapped the person she cherished, she thought she was a hunter, but she didn't know that there was always more than one person trapped.
Purpose: To explore the boundaries of love and possession, and how two souls find a way to depend on each other between paranoia and tolerance.