Upstairs in Tianxiang Tower, there are white silk hanging beams. What Qin Keqing saw before he died was not the ferocious roof beams, but an endless sea of clouds - an illusory realm of emptiness, a sea of evil and love.
The police fantasy fairy told her: You were my fairy in charge of the world's romantic debts, and that life was just a "love disaster". But Qin Keqing knew that she was not truly freed - the taboo entanglements with Jia Zhen, the shame and greed that she couldn't swallow, were still a black knot entrenched in her heart, waiting for her to untie them with her own hands.
She flipped through thousands of love albums in the Department of Infatuation, and glimpsed the phantoms of three lives in the love pool. She also walked in the world, gave a bowl of herbal tea to a betrayed woman, and sat with a girl who wanted to jump into the river for an entire evening. The bit of "clear" she cultivated in her palm turned into a golden thread in her wrist, leading her across the Spirit River to the Emperor of Star Mansion who had been trapped on the top of a solitary peak for three thousand years on the other side - and also towards the 217 erroneous records left by the former head of the Infatuation Department.
The sea of desire has its limits, but the sky of love has no boundaries. This is not a story about reversing the case for Qin Keqing, but the path of cultivation of a "person who was wrongly written" and eventually became "the person who wrote the correct record". Fifty thousand words, three volumes completed.
Intention: A person who was wrongly written eventually became the person who wrote the correct record.