One cold snowy night, Jiang Xiting was walking home. The cold wind made her head feel dizzy. After returning home, I met my sister whom I hadn't seen for a long time. She was wearing the same yellow floral dress she had worn when we parted, and her little hands were extremely swollen. Strangeness? Isn't my sister already dead?…
In this strange world, there are invisible and invisible paths to choose from. Which one should you choose?
No CP, group portraits, unlimited streaming. Please bear with me if the new author is not good at writing!
Concept: Life is like a play, birth, old age, illness and death, reincarnated thousands of times