Wan'er was born deprived of her seven emotions and six desires, and was enshrined on a high platform as a "living Bodhisattva". Her heart was filled with a lifeless desolation;
Aning was a lowly man who crawled out of the mud. He was raised as Wan'er's "shadow" and "blood bag" and regarded Wan'er as his only belief.
Everyone in the world thinks that gods are compassionate and dumb slaves are despicable. Little did she know that in the dark room deep in the palace, the gods had already taken off their disguises, and the evil spirits were pulling her down from the altar with an almost blasphemous gesture.
That cup of "Drunk Life and Dreams of Death" brewed with blood and poisonous liquor is the only antidote for Wan'er to feel that she is still alive.
They walk toward destruction soberly, without seeking worldly perfection or marriage in the next life.
On the night of Chinese Valentine's Day, the altar fire was lit, and they exchanged a bloody kiss on the heads of thousands of believers.
The same madness, the same disease, the same ghost; the same death, the same home, the same inscription on a monument.
Since we can't keep them in the world, let's be reduced to ashes in the fire of karma together and become each other's eternal specimens.
Purpose: Everyone in the world prays to gods and Buddhas to escape suffering, but you and I are each other's hell and each other's bliss.